Watching forget me nots and Lady Di
I had a pause today, when I stopped and tuned into the heartbeat of the earth, (if that sounds hippy it is!) Or in fact I followed the girls lead and tuned into their close examination and wonder of nature.
We were sitting in the garden near the flowerbed and a bumblebee bobbed and buzzed slowly past and landed in a large clump of forget me nots. We all watched it bounce from flower to flower or rather bumble with it’s wonderful furry bottom in the air gathering pollen in to its pollen baskets, forming a bright yellow clump on its hind legs. All the surrounding noise and flurry in my head stopped and we observed the bumblebee and the tiny clear blue flowers for what felt like hours but may have been 10 quiet still minutes. It was extraordinary and made me think how rare it is to really stop and look. And there is such infinite beauty around us and my girls are absorbing all these new sights so openly and wholly.
Later that day I discovered forget me nots were Princess Diana’s favourite flower. Just as she would have become a grandmother for the fourth time. It’s such a humble but perfect flower.
This fact sparked thoughts of loss, not forgetting but not being able to share all we wish with those we love. Becoming a parent is so momentous and the desire to share this with your own parents is as momentous. Suddenly the world moves on a large axis and you are propelled into a new world, the one your parents occupied. Your sight changes, and with it so much else. Ideally in this shift you move from child to adult but in fact you often yearn for your own mother more profoundly than ever.
For what it’s worth Di I remembered you (forgot you not) today and thought about your media drenched son and little grandson. I wonder if he gets time to study forget me nots and bees? I really hope so.
Just some ponderings with love.
We were sitting in the garden near the flowerbed and a bumblebee bobbed and buzzed slowly past and landed in a large clump of forget me nots. We all watched it bounce from flower to flower or rather bumble with it’s wonderful furry bottom in the air gathering pollen in to its pollen baskets, forming a bright yellow clump on its hind legs. All the surrounding noise and flurry in my head stopped and we observed the bumblebee and the tiny clear blue flowers for what felt like hours but may have been 10 quiet still minutes. It was extraordinary and made me think how rare it is to really stop and look. And there is such infinite beauty around us and my girls are absorbing all these new sights so openly and wholly.
Later that day I discovered forget me nots were Princess Diana’s favourite flower. Just as she would have become a grandmother for the fourth time. It’s such a humble but perfect flower.
This fact sparked thoughts of loss, not forgetting but not being able to share all we wish with those we love. Becoming a parent is so momentous and the desire to share this with your own parents is as momentous. Suddenly the world moves on a large axis and you are propelled into a new world, the one your parents occupied. Your sight changes, and with it so much else. Ideally in this shift you move from child to adult but in fact you often yearn for your own mother more profoundly than ever.
For what it’s worth Di I remembered you (forgot you not) today and thought about your media drenched son and little grandson. I wonder if he gets time to study forget me nots and bees? I really hope so.
Just some ponderings with love.
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