And he made sure that Diana's sisters had met Meghan ahead of their engagement, with the Duchess of Sussex confirming how special they are to Harry in their engagement interview in November Princess Diana, pictured here with her sister Lady Jane Fellowes in , has been on Prince Harry's mind this past week since the birth of his son. The Duke and Duchess of Sussex have made several tributes to the late royal. Prince Harry and Meghan, pictured introducing their son to the world at Windsor Castle last week, have spoken in the past about the 'incredibly special' relationship he has with Diana's sisters.
Visit site. The world has been waiting for a glimpse of the newest member of the Royal Family, but of course we want to see the proud new parents too! The Duke and Duchess of Sussex introduced their newborn son Archie at Windsor Castle last week, and they looked positively glowing with pride. We all remember the Jenny Packham dresses that the Duchess of Cambridge wore when leaving the hospital with each of her three children, and we're certainly going to remember this beautiful look on Meghan. She teamed a belted white double breasted midi dress by Wales Bonner, with her Jennifer Meyer turquoise necklace and some nude suede court shoes by Manolo Blahnik.
British designer Grace Wales Bonner's pieces are all about clever tailoring, which explains the tuxedo detail on this elegant midi.
Feeling inspired to copy Meghan's new mum style? Wear with nude pumps, or layer with some cropped culottes. At the time, she mentioned how important she found meeting Harry's aunt, as well as Princess Diana's close friend Julia Fellowes. Meghan said: 'I think in being able to meet his aunts, I'm able to, in some way, know a part of her through them and of course through him. And it's - it's incredibly special.
Yesterday, the couple shared a sweet snap showing Archie's feet to mark Mother's Day in the US, Australia and other countries. Diana's favourite forget-me-nots could be seen in the background.
And yesterday, the couple shared an adorable single image showing the newborn's two tiny wriggling feet being gently held by the Duchess of Sussex's hand, with forget-me-nots - Harry's mother Princess Diana's favourite flower - clearly visible in the background. Forget-me-nots featured in Meghan's bouquet on the couple's wedding day, as a tribute to Harry's late mother, who loved the small purple flowers. The Duke of Sussex hand-picked several flowers from their private garden at Kensington Palace a day ahead of the wedding.
The Queen and Prince Philip also met baby Archie last week. Meghan's mother Doria Ragland has been staying with the Duke and Duchess of Sussex for the past few weeks. In a post for Mother's Day, celebrated internationally yesterday, Meghan and Harry paid tribute to mothers 'past, present and mothers-to-be, and those lost but forever remembered. Harry was particularly close to his mother Diana, who tragically died on the 31 August In interviews last year to mark the 20th anniversary of his mother's death, Prince Harry admitted how bottling up his emotions made a devastating impact on his mental health.
He had, he confessed, been 'very close' to a complete mental breakdown on numerous occasions.
The turmoil over his emotions saw him endure two years of what he described as 'total chaos' before seeking professional counselling on the advice of Prince William. He disclosed that he had only begun to address this grief when, at the age of 28, he had felt himself to be 'on the verge of punching someone' while also facing anxiety when carrying out official engagements.
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Downstairs, the house is full of people, talking, eating, drinking, dancing, small children scurrying with apparently endless energy. Soon it will be midnight and no longer Breathe in… and out… in…and out again. Let awareness of all the other sounds fade away. Moving within, I seek the mountain, wreathed in mist, all silvered by the moon. Easy, on such a night, to move between the worlds I take my compass and follow the path through the Wood between the Worlds, down through the forest to the Worldtree.
You give it meaning tonight. We take wing and soar above the glimmering, vibrating radiance of Bifrost Bridge, and come to the gates of Asgard. Asgard is ablaze with light. Torches by the gate and along the wall, torches set to mark the paths and the halls. He will welcome you there. A blue moon, veiled by thin cloud and haloed in rainbows, an evening with only the least of breezes, calm and and still.
Moonlight shines in the world within as well. No need for a lantern tonight. I take my dwarven compass from beneath the rocks and find that its dials have their own glow. I hold in my mind the image of the Worldtree, and the familiar path takes me there. Raven is waiting. Together we wing upward and come to the gate.
Heimdall sits beside it, his white garments shining in the pale moonlight. When he reaches the other side of Midgard the wolves will catch his chariot and begin to devour it. But here, Mani is safe. He brings peace.
Is there a peaceful party I can attend? Heimdall laughs. This night, the gods feast in Fensalir. Outside, irregular spatters of rain and the sound of wind chimes as the breeze shifts. Inside, the hum of the computer. I breathe slowly and deeply, counting, and feel my focus shift. I hurry down the path, and it grows warmer.
The trees keep off the rain, or maybe the rain is now in some other dimension. I come out onto the plain of Midgard and call to Raven, who comes circling down from above.
She bears a message from Heimdall. The party tonight is in Svartalfheim. Breathe in and out… the pattern is established. Let the memories of the day emerge and fade away. I see in memory the pale orange of the sunset between the dark silhouette of the mountain and the bar of grey cloud. Then that fades, darkness falls, and I am on the mountain once more. Again I have a lantern, and use it to make my way downward and inward until I come to the great plain of Midgard that lies within.
I call to Raven. We make the now-familiar journey up to the Gate that Heimdall guards. He is wrapped in a white cloak, for the weather there, as here, seems to be cold and damp. Tonight your way lies to Noatun. I thank him and fare through Asgard and out the western gate where a path leads downward to a sandy shore. In the summer time, this place is busy, nets drying on the shore and people everywhere as ships come and go.
But at this season the harbor is frozen and the boats immobilized until spring. But the life of the place goes on, and its center is the great hall of Njordh.
It has been many years since I came this way, but I follow the road through the town and find the great doors open. The hall is a large one. The aisles along the sides are divided into separate chambers. While most of the guests are eating and drinking in the main hall, some are doing their own business in the alcoves.
As I make my way the length of the hall, I see in some of them the dark skins of people from the south, or the silk garments of beings from Eastern lands. Why should I be surprised that the gods have world trade as well? At the high table, Njordh is sitting with Freyr and Freyja and the principal goddesses and gods.
He is a stoutly built older man, but still hale, with silver in his brown hair and flowing beard.
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His seagreen robe is edged with fur. He has gold rings in his ears, and a collar of gold.
Everything in his dress and the polish of his home speak of prosperity. Next to him sits Skadhi, herself richly dressed. I come around the back and find they have drawn up a bench behind the high table. As soon as I sit down, a maiden with slightly webbed fingers brings me a plate heaped with smoked salmon and pickled herring and roasted octopus tentacle as well.
I thank him, and set to eating as the conversations swirl around me.
The food is perfectly cooked, rich with its own fat and herbs and spices. It is an affirmation of plenty to eat it. Njordh turns to me once more.
What do I want? What did I want for Christmas? If it were summer, I would ask for a ride in a boat, but for some things, clearly promises are the only coin. What I want is prospeirity for my family and community, food and health care and all the other basic needs. It is not like the old days when news flew only so fast as the vessels that carried it.
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