I’ve just finished watching the Diamond Jubilee celebration concert for Her Majesty the Queen, and I have been quite moved.
The crowds… the music… the lights… the fireworks… the Keep Calm And Carry On… it was an amazing concert.
I was moved not by the images from yesteryear throughout the Queen’s reign. I wasn’t moved by the songs which came from the various artists from the various decades of the Queen’s reign, although I was tapping my foot, I’ll admit, quite a few times. I was moved by Rolf Harris and the entire crowd singing Two Little Boys (even though it was unceremoniously cut short).
The song reminds me of me and my brother, in times gone by, when we were two little boys… how things have changed, how we’ve grown differently, how we still need each other now… and how different things are from when we were two little boys. When I first heard the song, all those years ago, it reminded me then of further times gone by, of a lifetime long ago, of memories I shouldn’t really have had.
In a time of celebration, even looking back with fondness can leave a sad feeling. A nice feeling, but a sad one…
I was reminded how the Diamond Jubilee reaches every corner of the world, with beacons being lit all across the planet; far more, apparently, than the 2012 that were intended. It’s a celebration not only for this island I call home.
I was reminded of a constant throughout my whole life, someone I’m not related to, but someone who is as familiar as family to me. Someone who has been there constantly, always calm, always regal, even in times when she shouldn’t be on her own. Tonight, actually, being one of them. Even though she was there with hundreds of others, I could see that she would have loved to have experienced the event with her husband.
I was moved when the crowd cheered when asked to, by the Price of Wales, and they began to chant his father’s name.
I was moved by the singing of the national anthem.
I applauded the lighting of the final beacon, and although I wasn’t there in person, I was part of that moment. I was part of history.
Part of history that I am actually present in… not a memory or a dream, but actually part of.
Diamonds Are Forever sung Dame Shirley Bassey, and this celebration certainly will be.
And, when in a future life, I’ll have memories return to me about being part of a Diamond Jubilee celebration, I’ll also remember being part of a great family, and a song of two little boys.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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