Spirit
I am not one obsessed with monarchy and feathery fascinators and bunting and protocol. But today I see an old woman lay down her sceptre of duty, her robe of burden, her crown of leaden privilege and I see her re-emerge a young girl, dressed in light. Like so many who have gone before her she is now but a spirit as beloved by her Father as any other. All her earthly names have vanished and she is once more her fully restored self. And she is on her way home. (The photo was taken in London as the death of the Queen was announced.)