Wednesday, 2 December 2020


HOLLINGTON 2020

In these difficult times, we would like to revive the blog and see if it can become a means of giving people something to lighten spirits and deepen hopes.

We haven  now learnt how to Zoom our Evening Prayer. If anyone would like to join us, send me an email and I will send a linkBecause of the restrictions of zoom and the way voices do not synchronise, we have to ask people to turn off their Audio on Zoom. This makes Evening Prayer a bit of a spectator sport, but hopefully it is a peaceful spectacle and one which nurtures you  in spite of our obvious limitations. 

On the screen you will this picture of our Altar, Candle and Advent wreath, as you see here



 





Wednesday, 13 November 2019

THE FRANCISCAN LEGACY, The Conference at Durham 5-7 November 2019

The Franciscan Legacy
Assessing the continuing significance of St Francis and the Franciscan traditions of
Theology, Spirituality and Action
In Honour of the 800th Anniversary of St Francis’ meeting with Sultan Malek Al-Kamil
Durham 5-7 November 2019 


This Conference was hosted by the Centre for Catholic Studies in Durham University. known as CCS and sponsored by the Franciscan Families of the UK and Ireland. Each day there was a major presentation from one of the stars present - and it was star studded, believe me! 

I travelled up to Durham (what a long way1) with two of the Littlehampton Franciscans, Rather to our surprise we arrived at about 3.30 (after a 6.30 start) into a tree filled Durham and rain and golden leaves strewn on the ground. We wanted to buy some supper since we had been warned that none would be provided at Ushaw that evening, this was our top priority, and we walked up into the shopping precinct, crossing a tumultuous river which had washed a whole tree downstream and marooned it on the weir. We went into a little shop which sold everything and bought some chippatas and peanut butter, drinks and Turkish coffee which the lovely red-headed lady assured us did not need any cafetière (she was sort of right!). Then we got a taxi out to Ushaw which was about five miles into the country. We had a nice Keralan taxi driver with a large statue of Our Lady on his dashboard. As we got out and paid Clare astonished me by speaking to him in what sounded like fluent Hindi (or something), he was every pleased as you can imagine. 
We arrived at Durham and began to meet people, first Sr Angela and Sr Francis from Bothwell Poor Clares, driven down by Br George. All greeted us warmly, then Sr Dominic and Veronica emerged from their rooms when they heard us and we later found Francisca from Arkley and Francis Clare who were there too as well as Carolin from the Anglican Poor Clares near Oxford, a good contingent. Nothing happened that night except supper and bed, the rooms were warm and spacious, en suite and clean. From my window I looked out onto extensive grounds filled with trees and the next morning awoke to two pairs of Little Owls discussing the day. Each morning I was there I heard them, such a treat, especially as the timetable was so tight that there were no gaps to walk in the woods or even to get wet outside. Once I left my room for Mass at 7.00 I did not return until bedtime. Strong meat.
Tuesday 5 November began with registration , a participants list, a time table and a necessary map. Ushaw was designed by Pugin for over 100 seminarians and everything was Catholic grandiose and large. We walked miles each day! The chapel (there were two) was huge, Pugin-esq and cold, beautifully carved choir stalls, indecipherable Gothic texts around the walls, high ceilings all decorated etc. 
After coffee we went to the Exhibition Hall where I was roped in to say an opening prayer and then on to the opening Lecture given by a Professor Mary Heimann from Cardiff University, Constructing and deconstructing St Francis. This was a whistle stop tour of Franciscan history from about 1208 to the present day, very competent but a bit hurried as she had a long history to cover and only an hour! There was a question time though only ten minutes, our first taste of the exigencies of the timetable!!
Following that and setting the pattern for the next three days, were Parallel Papers, all listed in out initial handout, all happening at the same time and to the same model, 20 minutes’ talk, five minutes’ questions, 5 minutes to get to the next talk! That phase wet on until 4.10 pm and you could have attended three talks but had to choose which to miss unless you could bilocate. You had to make hard choices I assure you. My talk was in the first slot on Tuesday which meant I could relax after that and enjoy myself, once I had found the room I was in. The theological students from Durham chaired these talks and must have been sternly schooled as the passed a slip to the speaker saying ‘Two more Minutes’ then stopped them politely on time, five mins’ questions and then off to the next one! I spoke about Clare’s take on ecology and lots came, sitting on the floor and into the passage, and the questions were good, serious and interested.
That evening we had very interesting lectures, three 20 minute talks in plenary session on Francis’ meeting with the Sultan. The speakers were first Micahel Cusato ofm, always easy to hear (and read0 asking if the meeting really happened (of course!) and then discussing it. Pashcal Robert, ofm from Pakistan came next and spoke about Dialogue as a vision for a better world and was followed by Mona Siddiqui who I have sometiems heard on the Moral Maze, speaking about sharing meals  under the title Rethinkling Hospitality in Christian-Moslem Encounter. All excellent. This session was chaired by Cardinal Michael Fitzgerald M Afr, such a nice man and clearly loved by all who knew him.
Wednesday 6 November followed the same pattern and the main speaker today was Ilia Delio Living Creation Theology in the Context of Contemporary Science: the Distinctive Contribution of the Franciscan Theological Tradition. She spoke without notes but with slides and was riveting. I have heard her speak before and not always understood what she said but this was without doubt, brilliant and I would like to hear it all again. I understand the talks are going to made available on the Durham CCS website though in what form I don’t know. They had hoped for recordings but the microphone kept blasting out and wrecked it. I was asked for my text so presumably others were too and they will appear indue course. When I know more, I will pass it on. There is a meeting in London soon to consider what is next so clearly grass is not going to be allowed to grow. This is partly the influence of James Bonner ofm cap and Jane Bertelsen FMDM, both busy people who probably want it sorted!
Again the main talk was followed by Parallel Paper Sessions. On this day I went to hear Dr Carmen Mangion who some of us know, speaking about changes in thePoor Clare 1950-1970, a very curious experience! We had a grand dinner that day, 180 people mostly Francsicans, sitting at refectory tables and being waited on by the students. A very nice but simple meal, soup, then salmon with a tomato sauce and broccoli followed by blackcurrant crumble and custard, everything served already dished up. Amazingly it was also hot! I sat opposite two Dutch friars and we spoke of Theo Zweerman ofm and Sr Edith (still alive). The younger said to me with real sorrow that he had never met Theo but wished he had. On the strength of that I went to hear his talk about the Conversion Experience and then onto Dominic Abbott because I know his mum, Brenda Abbott. He spoke about univocity which seems simply to mean that when we speak of the being of God and our own being, we mean the same thing by ‘being’ At least I hope that is right!!! He was good but nervous, still at university with his hair cut so it stood  up on end and looked hardly out of the nursery but clearly understood his stuff. He was challenged by Richard Cross who is a world authority on Scotus and Dominic I thought came out of that well. 
In the evening we piled into coaches and went into Durham University for he satellite link with Richard Rohr ofm. Technology grumbled a bit but once working was excellent. He looked well though I understand his cancer has reactivated. At first he seemed tired (it was about 9.00 am in New Mexico) but like a true extrovert he gathered energy as he went along especially once he could see us on the satellite link. In a way what he said was vintage Richard Rohr, like hearing a chapter of his book, but he was immensely lovable and you could feel the warmth towards him. I was pleased to learn he has a new dog! 
After that come went on to Evening Prayer but Francisca, Carolin and I went out for a meal (not otherwise provided) and scooped up an Anglican student on the way so the four of us went to Bill’s and had a lovely supper together. Then got a taxi back to Durham. And so to bed!
Thursday 7 November Began in Durham University science department, not sure why, with a talk by Bill Short on  the Conformities of Bernard of Besse which has now been translated and is about to be published - three volumes i think like the Omnibus, nine years’ work. Then Richard Cross spoke about love in the Franciscan Tradition, brilliant and I am looking forward to reading the text eventually. 
There was a break, not for coffee but for a group photo in the rain! Then we trooped back upstairs and heard Prof John McCafferty from Dublin speaking most interestingly and wittily about Franciscan History. He was followed by a reading of the talk from Sr Mary Beth Ingham, scheduled to be there but she was in a car crash and having surgery on her foot at the time. This lacked that something when it is person’s own stuff, the topic was Franciscan Curriculum, from Content to Pedagogy but I have to admit it did not put my pulse up, though might have done under other circumstance. After her Jacques Dalarun spoke about the newly rediscovered life of Francis in perfect English with a beautiful French accent. In the questions at the end he said his wife is also doing research and all the time looking out for anything to do with Clare or Agnes, all good news. Then suddenly it was all over at 12.50 as planned. By 1.00 everyone had begun to vanish, amazing!


Among those who were there, a big bunch of Anglican Franciscans, eight Poor Clares which pleased the organisers very much, fourteen FMDMs, seven or eight Caps, several Conventuals and OFMs and some sisters of St Clare, including Ogilvie as was, so nice to see her again after all this time. There were quite a lot of secular Franciscans both Catholic and Anglican and I knew enough people that I rapidly began to have fun - and why else do we go all that way?

Friday, 4 October 2019

A catch up blog for October

   Friday 4 October
A very happy feast of St Francis to one and all! The pilgrimage is drawing to a close, only one more big visiting day and then a final day to visit sanctuaries and pack then the worst bit of all, the 3.00 am start for Rome! Ah well, it is not a package tour!!

Yesterday we went to the leper places, travelling amid a raging thunderstorm with lightening and rolling crashes of thunder, down to San Rufinuccio who was a small boy martyred for refusing to lie, and is buried here in one of the former leper places. There we had Mass and then went round to one of my favourite places, La Maddalena, the Magdalen chapel which had formerly been the chapel of the women lepers in Clare's time and where it seems each year more accepted that she and the sisters came to work with the lepers here. There was an added dimension this year in that some of the Franciscan Missionaries of the Divine Motherhood had worked in leper colonies and leper hospitals so it all had great relevance for them. 

Then we went on to Rivo Torto, the storm was dying down by now but for the first time in all these years the stream was rushing with water, i have never seen this before, due to all the earlier rain. It was still raining actually and not only that but there was  Mass in the church, a cardinal preaching. This not only meant we could not come out of the rain but had no place for the talk on fraternitas which is important because it sets the pattern of real relationships within the brothers and sisters and a change from the more monastic 'being alone with God'. So we hopped in the taxis and went back to the Casa and had the talk in comfort in the conference room. This was better than sitting in discomfort on the wall at Rivotorto and we should have done it years ago! Too late now to get good ideas! At one point we thought we would collect these ideas and hand them on the the next team (not yet fully chosen) but decided to spare them as they will do it their own way anyhow and quite rightly.

At 3.30 we had a ritual of the Transitus of Francis, beautifully done and very moving and closing with the traditional cakes which Lady Jacoba brought for him. Then the energetic went off the the Porziuncola for the main Transitus and, miraculously, got ringside seats and saw and heard everything and came back blessed to the eyeballs and high as kites.

We had another farewell dinner given in Murray's honour. Regular readers of this blog will know that we usually go out-to the home of Marcello the taxi driver (now retired) and his wife Marissa who cooks here at Casa P Giovanni, and their son Massimo who now runs the taxi firm, his Czech wife Nadia and their son Alessandro, also Marina the daughter, husband Paolo and two sons Andrea and Pietro, who was asleep upstairs. He must be four or five by now I think. As last year, Marissa made a traditional polenta for Murray with-a delicious sauce and chunks of their home made sausages and salami etc etc sitting on top.  
He was not required to eat it all himself but had lots of help and the non meat eaters had a delicious pasta after several anti pasti, including some peppers stuffed with olive and anchovy which was out of this world. These were home made but if I see some at the fair tomorrow I will try and bring them back.

And so to bed, eventually, driving back through the dark and it had become very cold and via S Paolo was like a wind tunnel with a north wind whistling down it. I was very snug in my new shoes. I may not have mentioned that the walking shoes I had bought nearly killed me in St Peter's and left me with three black toes and a blood blister. So I gave them to Simona, the woman running Oasi and wore an unsuitable pair of slip ons I had picked up for nothing in the supermarket which clearly would not do. So one day here I, and two of the pilgrims, went out in a taxi to Bastia to a shop called Scarpe e Scarpe, Shoes and Shoes, which turned out to be the truth. It was as big as a supermarket and full of boxes of shoes! Every size, colour, shape and style! My two companions took charge of my Poor Clare ignorance about shoes, we were there for hours, I tried on at least eight pairs and every time I said they were comfortable they made me walk up and down for two minutes minimum to see. Finally this paid off, I bought a very nice pair, a sort of dark grey, the most comfortable shoes I have ever had in my discalced life. I am thinking of never taking them off but regarding them as two little dark grey hooves. Better still, they were labelled vegan ie no animal fabrics. And were less than the price I had mentally set as a limit.  Also my tutors approved and so finally we came back rejoicing and I feel like a little donkey putting on my comfortable hooves every morning, then being so comfortable I dont think about them again until evening. 

I am trying to think what I have not recorded, and I know the moving day at la Verna was part of it. We went there on 1 October, the weather held and an energetic group climbed to the top of the mountain. It was a funny visit in some ways in that half the chapels were shut and locked and the whole place seemed shut down for winter. So we had things in unusual places but God made it work. The group is very flexible and nobody grumbled or moaned at all! the pic is the outside of the basilica high on the mountain top. Then in the bus on the way home I read Francis' farewell to the mountain, just managing to get through in one piece as for we three it is also the last time. Shorter pilgrimages dont come here as it is a hole day trip. For some reason the Americans get all romantic about the English accent with this reading but at least I held it together!

I will try and send this off now, not sure about pics. If you get two in the blog then You will know it worked!
Love to all ft

I did not work. I will send pics separately

Monday, 30 September 2019

Thurs and Fri, 26 27, September

Thursday 26 September
This morning was an early breakfast and taxis at 8.00 for Porziuncola. Everyone was on time, in place and no hiccups. Praise the Lord! We had Mass almost as soon as we arrived, a little ahead of schedule but that pleases the sisters in the sacristy who then have ten minutes or so in hand if something gets out of schedule later on. There did not seem to be as many people as some years which meant a nice peaceful Mass with Andre's excellent homily about our Lady, one of his best. After Mass, they have a historical visit with Murray and Andre and I went off to be there when the picnic lunches came. This is the time when the pilgrims are paired off and given a cestina or picnic and invited to go off together and share. The names are drawn out of a hat so it is always interesting to see who God has decided to pair off with whom. As far as I heard, it all went well and in some cases very well indeed and no disasters! In fact there is no need to stay with a disaster if they dont want to since they all have bus tickets to return to the Casa and can do so whenever they choose.

They had a lecture that evening which I think was Murray on the Canticle of Creation, one of his best. I seem to have used the back of that sheet of the schedule for something else! Andre also taught them the Canticle in the Umbrian dialect which I havent heard yet but imagine they are going to sing at some point. There are some good singers in the group so everyone sings better then their best, always a good feel. 

The next day, Friday 27 September we all went to San Damiano, only one visit this year, usually we have gone once of Francis and once for Clare, but it makes a-lot of overlap sow e tried only the one visit this time. 

They had a power point presentation of the work Don Marino Bigaroni believes Francis did on the building and we had Mass in the small side room during which I disgraced myself by getting poorly. I have had a chest infection which is going round and the Farmacista gave me some powerful antibiotics. This was the first day. As Mass went on I felt sicker and sicker, in the end I said to Andre 'Is there a sink here?' He was saying his prayers so said 'what do you want a sink for? So I said firmly I am going to be sick! Not sure what happened next but I found myself outside amid hundreds of tourists, my head in a large paper bag over A Waste paper basket being held by someone else. In the event the moment passed but it did mean that when each day the antibiotic had this effect, i was ready for it! In the end nothing happened but easily could have! Fortunately, as it cleared I felt better and was able to do my work there which was the guided tour and explanations etc etc. It went OK and as I got to each room, i remembered what i was supposed to say in it, so I think it went off well enough.

Somewhere in all this, ironically enough, Murray and I did a healing service at San Damiano and anointed everyone including each other, and it seems to have worked for them all though maybe not for me! Then back to the Casa for pranzo and riposo, much needed, and in the late afternoon there was supposed to be a film of Assisi in World War II but we could not get thenDVD to show the English subtitles. This was the first big hiccup but was followed next day by my power point on Clare and the San Damiano crucifix when the laptop refused to show it from-a flash drive, we  changed the laptop, no. One of the pilgrims had an idea, No. we tried every suggestion made but no, so in the end I told them what it said,  ot the same actually but the best avaioable, the third crash was when we got to San Paolo in Bastia and the Benedictines for the first time ever, did not show up. After a while I rang them but they seemed to know nothing about us! Yet i had not only been in touch with Sr Noemi the Abbess but had had a warm reply from her and, thank heaven, forwarded it to Andre. So we did not have Mass but had a liturgy of the Word, i gave the homily and the three Poor Clares renewed their vows, and it was lovely, nicer I half think!

The rest of the Bastia day, which was actually today, Monday 30 September, went well.  The visit was good, the talks went alright, after dinner I took the two Poor Clares to the Protomonastery to see the place. I did not go myself, or not beyond the door, as I went off to buy a pair of walking shoes, much needed, since the ones I had bought to come were too tight and gave me black toes, so I gave them away. This time I asked to of the pilgrims to come and help me make a better choice and they did. I tried on about six or eight pairs, resisted pink shoes with flowers on and finally managed to buy a pair that were the ultimate in comfort and were totally vegan as well, lots of bonuses!


Tonight the Casa are hosting a dinner party for Murray for some of his friends here in Assisi, about 20 are coming, i am rather dreading it, all in Italian and lots of people who only know me as a hanger on to Murray! But he is dreading it too though he jumped at it when Andre suggested it first and spent yesterday writing a speech in his best Italian. I am sure there will be tears and laughter in abundance and may well be wonderful. I do hope so for his sake as this is not being easy and he is looking very stressed and tired, worn out with emotion! So more of that in my next. I think there is still a day to catch up,on but it will have to come out of turn. Love to one and all ft

Sunday, 29 September 2019

Wednesday 25 September

Wednesday 25  September, i have a bit of catching up to do and hope to manage it during the course of today which is a free day. So on Wednesday 25 we had an early breakfast then a hike through the city to the pullman or (in English the coach)! As always there were two people who thought they knew the way so went ahead and got lost, not a recipe for a peaceful start, but we weathered it, found them and all got on board in time. At that early hour, the city only allows busses to park for a certain time, half and hour or so, after which they have to pay for a parking place for the whole day. It probably makes sense in the car park economy but doesnt allow for independent pilgrims who get lost! However all went well, we zoomed out of Assisi into the Perugia rush hour and so north into Tuscany and Lago Trasimeno. We arrived in very good time, long enough for a cup of coffee under the tamarisk trees beside the lake. These trees always intrigue me as we have one which sprawls all over the place. But here the various shoots from the ground are firmly wound together to for a sort of trunk and the they umbrella out from the top, and must look beautiful in the spring when in flower. Thee were men there fishing though, as usual, not apparently catching anything, but the lake supports a lot of wild life so must have fish in. We got on the ferry and set sail for the island. As we passed one of the other islands, no less than six herons flew from out of the tree tops and across the water, looking all tied together with string, legs dangling and croaking harshly. I also saw egrets, grebe, seagulls as well as some smaller birds.

We had Mass on the island since we have discovered both the small church near the seafront and the young lady who looks after it. So that was nice and Mass at the sanctuary all helps to set the day out of the rush of pilgrimage. After Mass we walked everyone round to the place where Francis traditionally landed and told them the story of how he came there for Lent with two loaves of bread and at the end of Lent, had only eaten half a loaf. Then everyone was let off the lead, so to speak and they soon all vanished. Some sat near the water and ate their cestina or picnic and others climbed the hill to the little chapel of St Michael where there are some early frescoes. The dayw as hot, I sat by the water and watched the egret working his way along the shore, while the grebes further out were catching their dinner. The lake is a bit of a mystery as there in no inlet of water, that is no stream or river runs into it, and also there are no outlets. In fact the water level was about two yards lower than last year since it has been a very dry year and obviously the lake relies on rainwater to get topped up.

It was lovely sitting there quietly and not feeling I should rush around and see everything, one of the perks of having seen it in previous years. I felt that quite afternoon with the ripple of eater did me more good than all the frescoes in Italy!


Finally the time came to catch the ferry back and everyone turned up in good order. The clouds were moving in and thunder was forecast as we got into the coach but we took a risk and went north a little more to visit Cortona and the shrine of St Margaret of Cortona. This is where they have had her head reconstructed by computer from the measurements of her skull, to give a lifelike impression of a very lively and lovely young woman. We took a group photo of the OFS members of the group, about ten of them which was really nice. When I get it, I will forward it for inclusion on our OFSGB site if they will accept it. It will let people know this great patron is here and perhaps encourage them to visit for themselves sometime. Then, as always, we made our way back to Assisi and escaped the thunderstorm which rumbled around the valley off and on all night. 

Friday, 27 September 2019

Tuesday 24 September

Tuesday 24 September

This morning the valley is full of mist and from my window on the first floor, I can see no further than the rooftop across the road. The bells all sound muffled and there doesnt seem to be any traffic. This must be what Clare had in mind when she said to Agnes not to let mist and cloud overwhelm her. She had seen mist and cloud filling the valley as a powerful image. This morning we go to S. Maria Maggiore and then San Rufino with a lecture this afternoon from Andre on Franciscan Solitude in preparation for tomorrow which is a day of solitude on the island.

Later n the day. We had a lovely Mass at Santa Maria Maggiore, celebrated by Murray and followed by a moving ritual of Francis before the bishop. Francis was played by the young friar on the pilgrimage who is severely dyslexic but was determined to do it, and it gave the whole ritual a completely new dimension and he read very carefully through his part. The most moving ever I think. Then a historical visit, this church is built almost certainly over the villa of the poet Propertius and you can g down into the cellar which was his living room level, and imagine him setting there with-a cool glass of wine, writing a poem and looking out over the Spoleto valley. 

There has been something precious about coming back to these places year after year, like visiting old friends and introducing them to other friends. I had not really realised how many friends I had made in this way, and as my Italian gets easier, how many living-now friends I have made as well. So far I have not walked around the city each morning like I used to but am waiting in hope for my knees to be less painful which is slowly happening! The more one walks the better it goes, that's for sure.

After S Maria Maggiore we had a coffee break and, for Andre and me a pan cacciato, hinter's bread, a sort of savoury cheese bun with walnuts in.  Murray can eat nuts poor mutt as this bun is only made at this time of year. It also offers a welcome sit down before meeting the pilgrims again at the fountain in Piazza Comune and leading them up to San Rufino where we had an historical visit, some input on where Clare really lived, on the old Cathedral and the new one (consecrated in 1228) and then went in to the chapel for War victims, the. Down to the small place where Francis used to pray all night before preaching on a Sunday morning. A sobering thought! t this point in the programme we also have a renewal of baptismal promises with holy water from the actual font where Francis, Clare, Frederic II and various others were baptised. Until very recently this was the only font in the city but now they have more as the suburbs have expanded so much.

This morning for the first time we saw people begging in the city. But today there was a young man crippled, who said he was Romanian, begging outside San Rufino. He has somewhere to sleep, he said, but no income so he cant buy food. Heaven knows how he got here from Roumania as he did look genuinely crippled, not just 'for the tourists crippled'. Assisi always had a no begging policy which seemed a little strange in the home of Francis, but they must have relaxed it at least, probably, enough to licence some of them. Since San Rufino is the main cathedral, there is no way he could sit in the porch begging without some sort of OK.

So it was quite a full morning and walking up and down hills in between, I dont know which is harder on the knees! So we are always glad of the siesta time and the afternoon. Back at 5.30 forAndre's lecture on Franciscan solitude, then supper and then we are showing the film Francesco, assuming all the gadgets work (that seems to have become my worry!)! Tomorrow we go to the island, hence the talk on solitude.

The weather is very unsettled, during the night there was thick mist over all the valley but mid-morning it cleared up and the sun came up, though not without some cloud companions! Yesterday we had a mega thunderstorm with lightning and thunder rolling round the valley. It reminded me of the one and only time I flew fromPerugia and we sat for ages in the p,ane and the pilot explained that he was waiting for the storm to return to Assisi before takingnoff! Eventually it did just that and off we flew!


Everyone here is keeping up with Greta Thunberg at the UN though the Americans are very despairing about Trump. They think he is mentally sick and impervious to anything. I hope not. Meanwhile we cheer ourselves up with the news that an unknown Cimabue painting has come on the market, after all these centuries! End of page, so love to you all and prayers in these places.

Tuesday, 24 September 2019

Monday 23 September

Monday 23 September
This is the first day in Assisi and, as Andre likes to say, we hot the ground running with Morning Prayer on the roof garden at 7.00. I went up at about 6.30 and put my washing in the machine (staff only privilege!) and the garden was dark and the valley full of mist and all the seats were wet. Little by little things got lighter and a bit drier and by 7.00 it was all manageable though too misty to point out all the spires and towers of Assisi, which is usually part of it. We read the Salutation to Assisi and a couple of other readings about it and sang some songs in greeting, and the Blackbirds chuckled around us as they found breakfast after the rain, and pigeons got on with their pigeony business. Then we had breakfast, or some did, and off to the Chiesa Nuova for Mass at 8.30. 

Since last year all the frescoes have finished being cleaned, the last two years they have had scaffolding up, so the portraits of the early friars were clear and fresh and the huge fresco of the Moroccan martyrs being disembowelled was gorier than ever! But it all looked clean and nice and cared for. We saw where Francis' father imprisoned him for bad behaviour and his mother let him out, then moved to the area where they think the shop was and more of the home, now all chapels for children and praying for children, especially the sick ones.

Again we had a long coffee break then reconvened for a historical tour of the Piazza Comune, winding up at Bernard of Quintavalle's house and back in time for pranzo. After the siesta Murray had a talk on Francis and non-violence, which gets better each time I hear it, usually we then encourage people to go up to the Rocca if they wish, but by the time we got to that plnt in the programme, the thunderstorm had set in and it was not only far too wet but probably dangerous to prance around on a hilltop anyway, so they had a breathing space which I dont think they regretted at all. Finally we got together in the chapel here at Papa Giovanni and had a ritual about Francis¡ meeting with the Sultan. This was very nicely read by one of the couples on the pilgrimage, very clear and distinct. And one of the Nigerian sisters told us about a peace initiative in Nigeria between the Christians and the Moslems, especially up in the north where Boko Haram had been so busy. The sisters (FMDM) just live there doing good works, feeding the hungry and doing what Francis says in the 1221 Rule, going among the non-Christians and preaching without words but by their way of life.

As always the FMDMs are impressive. They tell me they have just had a chapter and re-elected Jane for another term, I mention it as some of us know her.


Love to one and all ft