Showing posts with label Our Neighbourhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Our Neighbourhood. Show all posts

Thursday, July 31, 2008

A Year

It was one year ago yesterday that we arrived in Rome. So much has changed in that year and, as always, so much has remained the same. Even here in Rome, the centre of inconsistency, I've found consistencies.
Votice at a shrineI noticed yesterday that the votive candle in front of the shrine in our compound wall was almost burnt out - this morning there was a new one in its place. It burns night and day, unmolested, expressing someones cares, concerns or perhaps their thanks. I should think a bit more about that candle and a little bit less about the inconsistencies.

31 lulgio - St Ignacio di Loyola

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Candle in the Wind

As I mentioned in an earlier post there are shrines all over the city. Many are built into the walls that surround estates or courtyards and are tended to by local societies or confraternities. Flowers, petitions and candles are left imploring the protection or favour of the Saint being honoured - in most cases Santa Maria Virgine. This particular shrine - to the Virgin - is set into the wall surrounding our Villa complex.

Shrine with votive
As well as the plastic flowers (at many shrines they are real and changed regularly) and petitions that are attached to the grill there has been a red votive candle on the ground in front of the shrine for the past two weeks. When the first burnt out it was replaced. What I as an non-Italian find unusual is this votive has sat on the ground totally unmolested for that long. The walls may be sprayed with graffiti, people may throw litter on the streets but that candle has not moved. And ours is a busy street with two embassies side-by-side and a very large elementary-junior school at one corner. You would think that a bright red glass votive holder would be the target for, at the least, a prank of some kind. But there it sits - burning, representing some one's intentions and concerns. Had this been back in Ottawa I'm pretty sure that within a day it would have been used as a football or stolen.

It says a lot about the power of traditions, and perhaps superstition, in this country.

28 febbraio - San Osvaldo