Tuesday, February 5, 2013
7:30 Bells: Swallows in Siena
Siena dusk. Summer. The swallows flying so fast and thick in the sky I could scoop them up with a net. On the hill, the marble duomo begins to shine in the light of the rising moon. The Now--the ephemeral swallows flying—and The Past—the thousand-year-old duomo—merged and showed me what eternity meant. And exaltation.
How the bells rang!
This past week, I wondered if there was any point in writing if few listen. Dark winters are always hard . . . I was born for summer. So I watched this video from my trip to Italy last June. I thought it might lift my spirits to remember a time when the bell rang wildly.
When the bell tower stands in shadow, when only silence seems to come back across the hill, I remember that it's more important for the bell to ring than for the bell to be heard.
LORE OF THE BELL: It is more important to ring, than to be heard.