Oleatavision: Episode 9, Le Balze, The Cliffs of Volterra
This is the story of Le Balze, the cliffs of Volterra, the wonderful Etruscan city of Tuscany in Italy. This Episode tells the process of exploration and inspiration that brought me to make many of my paintings of Volterra.
Volterra: Le Balze - by www.dispensertv.it di P.Gasparri
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Le Balze - di Pietro Gasparri e Gianna Fabbrizi.
E' possibile visualizzare l'intero programma sul sito di Dispenser, format informativo su Volterra e la Valdicecina.
il masso delle fanciulle back-stage
back-stage del video girato da Pasquale e Simone flycn.it per aiutare il Comitato Difensori della Toscana che stà cercando di salvaguardare questa bellissima località a pochi passi da Volterra e da Pomarance in provincia di Pisa.
Il nome Masso delle fanciulle è dovuto ad una curiosa leggenda locale... Tre fanciulle per sfuggire alle angherie di un lupo mannaro (in realtà il signorotto del luogo), si buttarono in acqua da questo grande masso e annegarono.
The Great Rule (again), a poem by Peter Menkin
Religious and spiritual poem by Peter Menkin. Swept Away My call by God led me to become a Benedictine Oblate. It has been 12 years, including postulancy. Sometimes I feel as if I must abandon myself to Christ in the spirit and life, to go down the path of the Way and meet God on the mountains he's offered me, by grace. Swami Abishiktananda was swept away by God. As is said on the back cover of the book, The Life of Swami Abhishiktananda: The Cave of the Heart, This is the moving account of the extraordinary life of the French Benedictine and Indian sannyasi, Henri Le Saus/Swami Abhishktananda, whose search for the Absolute carried him beyond the boundaries of established religion. As Father Henri Le Saus writes in a letter: You are free, instead of being jammed together in trains or buses. There are enchanting solitudes and wonderful times of silence. Think of it, no noise of engines, no motor-horns, no trains, no radios or loudspeaders, etc. The solitude of Shantivanam is nothing compared to it. You cross hills and valleys, climbing up and down. Sometimes you follow beside a river, one of the streams which join up to form the Ganges, along a narrow valley beside the swift torrent...sheer cliffs on either side, maybe 500-1000 metres high. Then with the Ganges, you descend towards the plain. The Himalayas open up, hills are less high, the Ganges spreads out, divides up and enters the plain to make it fertile. From the book, The Life of Swami Abhishiktananda: The Cave of the Heart, by Shirley du Boulay, published by Orbis Books, Maryknoll, New York, p. 171. Christ was swept away by God. (See the quote below.) It is a powerful and awesome thing to be caught in the hands of the great God of our Bible. Mary was swept away, by obedience. I think to myself and say in prayer that I dare to think of being swept away. These can be powerful calls for any of us. But Christ's call was awesomely special, as is noted in his mountain experience by the writer Brother Ramon SSF in the book, The Prayer Mountain. Many things were happening on the mountain of transfiguration, but as the Collect reminded us, the shadow of the Cross had fallen across Jesus' path. After his baptism, driven in the wilderness, he had rejected the worldly and ambitious ploys to gain power or win favour. It had become clear to him that his path was that of Messiah for Israel, then the very word had to be emptied of its military and nationalistic accretions. He had already understood that such a Messiah would tread the path of suffering, and in some mysterious way that suffering would be redemptive. This was the basic impulse that drew him towards Tabor. These notes above from Peter Menkin blog.