PETALS UNFOLDING

PETALS UNFOLDING

Julia Margaret visited our house for the first time yesterday (accompanied by her parents and brother of course.) She was a good-mannered and undemanding visitor – remained quietly where she was put down; consumed with evident enjoyment the nourishment which she was offered; and made only occasional tentative squeaks and calls for further refreshments.

This time she deigned to open both eyes. They are that deep turquoise baby blue that need not remain the permanent colour, although I would think she will be blue or grey eyed. She has beautiful long fingered hands and toes so long they remind you of a Roman statue. Her ears are dainty and delicate and close to her head. Her face is even featured and she has a pointed chin. She is like a rosebud whose petals are only very slowly beginning to unfold.

When you sit with your newest grandchild in your arms – alive, warm, other – carrying the genes of your own darling child and the ancestors of his blood, as well as those of their spouse, who came to you as a stranger but now inhabits a beloved position at the heart of your family life, you realise you are witnessing something miraculous and wonderful.

In the evening of that day, I was host to a group of friends who meet to discuss matters of philosophy. Because we discuss freely matters close to our heart within the trusted intimacy and privacy of our small group, we know each other well, and certainly every member of this group is a friend greatly valued by me. We were discussing ‘the meaning of life’ and you will I am sure not be in the least surprised to learn that no, we couldn’t provide an answer either! But considering that we include persons of widely different views I was surprised how much our answers echoed one another. We all felt profoundly grateful for the gift of our life, and that in spite of its griefs and potential for pain, we had been privileged to live it and experience both its joys and sorrows.

Julia’s life is just beginning. We do not know who she is yet – except that she is one of our own, and loved and wanted. She starts life with great blessings. Will she be clever? Beautiful? Thoughtful? Strong? Bold? Musical? Artistic? Practical? Kind? We do not know yet. But we will be watching.

She will be Julia. That will be enough.

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About adhocannie
I am a good natured woman with a long memory and a swift tongue. I like loooking at things and thinking about them. Also food, clothes, travel, reading, sewing. I try to see the ridiculous in things, but sobriety of reflection keeps edgting in. I have husband, children, grandchildren, friends... I feel rich in things that matter. I am a happy exile. I like writing. I do not like talking about me (though I do.). You willl be much more interesting.

3 Responses to PETALS UNFOLDING

  1. Carolyn says:

    How lovely. I can imagine Julia reading this ‘love letter’ in years to come and being extremely moved by its sentiments so eloquently and so touchingly expressed.

  2. adhocannie says:

    Ah, you’re too kind. It is wonderful to meet a brand new person who will be important in your life!

  3. colemanje56 says:

    A lovely piece x

    Sent from Windows Mail

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