Questo è il titolo del libro che mi ha accompagnato durante le vacanze di prenoviziato e così è davvero la gente che lì abbiamo incontrato. Fra Raffaele e fra Marco ci hanno portato a Bibbiena, tra il passo dei Mandrioli e la Consuma, nel santuario della Madonna del Sasso, piccolo presidio domenicano di tre frati e di tre monache.
Più del paesaggio fatto di monti rotondi e dolci, arsi dal sole, colorati del giallo dei girasoli e dal verde dei faggi, in giusto equilibrio rispetto all'opprimente verticality of the Alps and boring vastness of the sea, I was left in the beauty of the people who inhabit these hills, surrounded by forests of silence and prayer. We went to La Verna, where Francis received the stigmata, we drove up to the hermits Camaldoli to peek over the wall. And then Poppi, Arezzo, Pratovecchio and Romania. Vallombrosa to say hello. A greenhouse and a string of experiences and spiritual wealth, but most of the old Roman stones, is the strength and the joy of the brothers and sisters with whom we stopped to have me moved.
the Madonna del Sasso has welcomed between John, who was born there and will surely die. Ways and brisk mountain hospitality in the evening We opened a bottle of vin santo and the next morning told us that Madonna appeared on a rock and a little girl who protected Bibbiena fever and would not be brought to the city, but which, with its wooden statue, under the Snow returned to the stone, and that even the angels led by Michael went down to worship and incense. Friar John tells the story of his love Madonna and all of its concerns the trust to you
Our Lady of the Snow is hidden in the monastery of Camaldolese, the arcades of Pratovecchio and the banks of the Arno still young . There are Dominican nuns, they are young and with a smile. We have partied and have stopped with us cloister until the ninth hour. We spoke of our vocations and our stories, perspectives and dreams of each of us, as you would expect from any family gathering. We parted with a hug, a photo and a promise to meet again.
From the Castle of San Nicolò Sister Rita and Victoria live in an old rectory mansion half half knows that even cattle farm, transformed into a welcoming place for researchers of silence. There we celebrated the Mass in a small chapel with small pews of Taize, carpets, candles and cushions on the floor, the wooden tabernacle and the smell of the woods. A simple liturgy that does not need to speak Latin and incense burner of God and with God Then Rita and Victoria we have tried with wild boar sauce, but we had to slip that he had invited to dinner at Aurelio, Roman Romanesque Meadows that transhumance is the warm season in the Apennines.
We ate pizza, tiramisu, the nooks in the vin santo and Glenn Grant, then the home-made limoncello and grappa ruta grass and keep the water sweet and fresh source. Tired we returned to the monastery and along the walls of the cloister we lit the last of Tuscany.
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