A Long Coming We Had of it.
Well, it happened on 6 May 2023 - the Coronation of Charles and indeed his wife Camilla which some said never would. But there you go this is the 21st Century where it all hangs out and anything is possible if you wait long enough.
I watched
the pageant at home whilst doing the ironing. Technology is wonderful in these
circumstances because it was possible to pause the programme for a break or for
tea and toast without missing anything. Having watched a previous Coronation, I
am aware of how emotional these things can be.
It is the combination of the fanfares, the music ancient and modern, the
choirs, the Abbey setting and the splendour of the robes the crowns and the
bejewelled trinkets heavily bestowed with symbolism, which point up the spectacle and heighten observer awareness of the meaning and solemnity of it
all. This particular ceremony seemed to
emphasise duty and the importance of not straying from the path of truth
and righteousness, which in the 21st
Century are becoming somewhat anachronistic virtues and aspirations rather than
realisable realities. A pity really.
Also
noticeable was the close relationship throughout the whole spectacle between
church and state, swords unsheathed and Ms Mordaunt seemingly glued to the
Monarch’s side and at the ready to wield hers should anything untoward arise in
that part of the Abbey. She reminded me of a latter day Britannia. The King did not get to say defender of faiths after
all, which in a multi-faith Britain might have put some minds at rest. However, there were enough reassurances
mentioned and diverse religious individuals present to include those who might
not have been C of E. The bevvy of Lords
so prominently massed behind the monarch at the last Coronation were seen only
severally, dispersed throughout the congregation. Perhaps they have been abolished already and
we have yet to be told.
Emotions
were both stirred and shaken to the strains of the anthem of entry by Hubert Parry
‘I Was Glad’, and whose knees wouldn’t wobble, and eyes become moist to Zadoc
the Priest? Undressed and devoid of
finery the prospective King, in that moment prior to his anointing, looked vulnerable and I almost felt sorry for
him, wondering how uneasy his head might be wearing this crown. I wondered what he might be thinking at that
moment. And what his first steps would
be into his new reality. Only time will tell.
Once over,
ironing done I took my first steps into this Carolingian age. Having been made
acutely aware, and given a heightened sense of duty by the spectacle just
witnessed, I cleaned the kitchen.
6 May 2023
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