Tonight we celebrate Bruce Herman's paintings of Mary, which have been permanently installed here in Monastero di San Paolo. I've been really busy with singing rehearsals, helping to rig lighting, etc. Tonight it comes to an end with one spectacular show.
Today I revisited the Duomo a number of times. After walking past the cathedral pretty much every day, I was surprised to find that today, for some reason, it seemed larger. Maybe it was because of the large white clouds behind it providing a sense of depth to its background. Maybe because it is the largest thing looming on the horizon of my vision in these last days, a metaphor for where I now live and am about to leave. I went inside it, looked once more at the San Brizio chapel with the Luca Signorelli paintings, paused before the icon of the Miracle of Bolsena. Tomorrow I will be attending mass there, in celebration of Corpus Christi, the holiday remembering the Miracle of Bolsena in which the blood of Christ dripped out of the communion cup onto the cloth beneath it. This is Orvieto's biggest day. Our last day.
And suddenly I am torn. fortis autem jam cui omne solum patria est. perfectus vero cui mundus totus exsilium est.
I want to leave and return to what I have always known. I want to stay in this place I am only just learning. Both are changing.
I don't know how to end this post. Likely the next thing here will be posted from home, something written on the plane perhaps. But this too probably won't be a conclusion. Like I said in my last post - this is a series of interludes.
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