I went to see Young Victoria last night; a date night, all by myself. The image I store in my head, of Queen Victoria, is always of the older Victoria, the widow and grandmother to most of Europe’s royalty including Alexandra (the last Czarina of Russia). I recall from my historical readings that Victoria’s life centered on her growing, mature love for her husband Albert and their expanding, joyful family life.
Though they only had twenty or so years, Victoria and Albert grew into seasoned lovers, secure in themselves and happy with their family life. They shared common goals and seemed most interested in improving the well-being of their family and the country Victoria ruled. I envy a love like that. I am too independent for a love like that!
Victoria and Albert were Seasoned Lovers, like these two perhaps, who you caught a glimpse of in the background of the first picture in my blog last week.
You see them here in all their glory, dogs at their feet. Their children have fled the nest or perhaps they never had children. Though they gaze at each other, they also gaze outward. They are facing the world, together.
Here they watch as an impending storm develops. What storms do they have in their life? How do they weather them? Together, of course; that much is obvious.
Which love do you aspire to; the young self-involved lovers of last week or these mature, steady lovers? Can one have both? What if one never experiences either? How many love stories are there out there waiting to be written? How are yours (and mine) unique?
Art work brought to you today by Elizabeth Yonza, a local artist. Come back next week for episode four of Love & Statue Graveyards.