A crowd congregates and begins to wait in silence. Within the darkness of the cavernous space, there is a sense of anticipation that changes when the lights all go on at the same instant the pipe organ from ages ago comes s to life. The silence is broken with the same subtleties as a lightning strike and subsequent thunderclap happening a few hundred meters away.
In the rear a door opens and a few of the player come charging out, energized for the event that lay ahead. Their dark brown uniforms with timeless design somehow working the traditional angle in a world where a uniform style and color seems to have to change every year to generate more merchandising revenue. The rest of the team slowly streams out while the old pipe organ spews out what sounds like old time hockey game music.
Is it a hockey game? No. It is the Capuchin monks getting ready for church.
The aforementioned scene of the hockey playing monks is something to witness. the youngest might be 70 and remind me of some of the monks in arizona, who ironically, remind me more of characters from snow white, than a hockey team. i think it is because there was no organ and all chanting.
I get a sense of peace to get to this little place where the Capuchin monks hold services. i have to leave about 6 am and walking 35 minutes up a slight hill through a town that basically is sound asleep. Yesterday was a bit odd, as there must have been a festival or football game in town? All along the way, at every place one might imagine to congregate, unusually neat piles of empty beer and liquor bottles seemed to line a path to the church. I waved and said "guten morgen" to the fire dancers staring at each other from what must have been a warehouse rave breaking up, the participants were going to watch the sun come up in a psychedellic haze.
The rising sun also seeming to lead and at the same time blind me as i must have been walking straight east. The light was so bright, it had me go climb a set of stairs to the oldest church in town, where a panoramic view to the alps with clear blue sky and little humidity allowed jaw drooping beauty. The sun illuminated the snow upon the mountains. Little birds kept me company chirping away as if to say, “yeah, that is pretty amazing.” Even a few sheep that were grazing in someone’s small field seemed to agree with the occasional “baahhh, baahhhh” between mouthfuls of grass they were eating.
That was my morning yesterday. The rest of the day resembled a roller coaster of ups and downs. Even this morning appears to be a battle to try to create in a world that lives inside of boxes and just probably will never understand the idea of letting ones mind go. It appears to be of little value to many, as the results are too long term for the modern world, the risk of not getting any reward too high with new technology development. Wisdom is to just follow the tried and tested course of what is known than take a step into the unknown and realize there is so much more, of which, the more you learn about, the more you realize how little you know.
All I know is that yesterday, when I walked into the Capuchin monks place, I saw a sign on the door announcing the passing of the one monk that was the leader of the group. There was a picture of his smiling face and the funeral and viewing news that I had to take a picture of and will use Google translate to see where I can pay my respects.
what is astounding, is you would never know the man was 99 years old.
It makes me wonder how old the others are that came out of the tunnel yesterday. 108? 119?
What I don’t wonder about is where each of these amazing men will go when their human lives end. For that, I can only wonder where I might end up, as my hope is that god has a lot of grace and mercy.
Until then, I will forever giggle when you think a hockey game is about to start and Capuchin monks show up and storm through the tunnel and church begins. now, back to the normal goofiness of a day in the life...