“Bananas, DNA and the Ultimate Creative Moment”
“DNA in action”
‘That’s it’, I hear you say, ‘she’s gone Bananas’………well, sort of, but I’ve been thinking about bananas since my usual after-school phone call with number 1 granddaughter in Ireland. Well, actually, we were discussing DNA and I was very happy to hear that these days they are dissecting bananas in school, rather than wriggling frogs, which never were my thing.
They were my thing until I realised that the ‘kissing-turning-into-a-Prince’ thing was a load of nonsense which brings me to the real point of the story – my granddaughter’s class were dissecting bananas (let’s not get into the murdering fruit and veg argument just for the time being…)
They were identifying and extracting DNA cells and learning about the complicated percentages to do with how much DNA we have in common with the rest of living things – and how amazing it is that we can identify individual humans by the small percentage that is unique to each person. This led on to a very technical discussion as to how my DNA was partially responsible for hers, give or take the odd parent or two.
Segueing nicely into a discussion about fingernails, toenails and the relative merits of blue or purple two-tone polish, the discussion ended with me feeling quite smug and satisfied to be related to such a smart cookie, who also appreciates the finer things in life. This led me to think about moments of mystery in our lives and how that DNA is carried forward in the most clever way.
I was reminded of the three times I have given birth and the one time when I had a miscarriage, all very different physical manifestations of that mysterious life force that is there for us when we stop trying so hard to experience it. As I held each child in my arms for the first time, I RECOGNISED them immediately as if we’d known each other forever and the baby I lost was as precious in this way as the ones who survived.
And now to have this recognition in a new generation as we continue the dialogue and lets us share experience and compare preferences from books to make up and agree that I am very lucky. To quote self-same granddaughter I have a great view and Bilslands in Brodick has the best hot chocolate in the world. What more can a body and soul ask for??
View from Outside Bilsland’s, Brodick Bay
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