I Once Was Blind, But Now I Assisi
For the better parts of yesterday and today, I was in Assisi, a small, beautiful city built into a hill in the Umbrian countryside. Assisi is mainly two things: an extremely quaint city in the countryside, and the home of St. Francis of Assisi, patron saint of animals and founder of the Franciscan order. In both regards the city is interesting and engaging. It is a very old city, and it has retained a medieval quality that makes it an extremely popular tourist destination in the summer. In early February, we weren’t exactly alone, but glad to have the breathing room. Walking back from our dinner, my traveling party stopped and listened in the darkness. Total silence is easy to appreciate, but even easier when you live across from a giant hospital complex in a capital city.
I realize that in the last couple of posts I’ve made reference to legends or myths, but this will not be an exception to that trend. A story often told to strengthen the case for Francis as a friend of animals begins with him walking alone in the forest. The monk approached a flock of birds, and as if they were unlike any other members of his spiritual flock, he preached to them. As the story goes, the birds kept perfectly still, listening intently, until Francis told them they could fly away.
You can find the rest of my pictures from the trip here.