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I love the rainbow flag. It's such a strong and magical symbol. There are (at least) two versions often confused.
I'm privileged to travel for my work doing what I love. About a week ago, I went to Cascia in Italy, to hold a workshop on sensitising young minds to the challenges of equitable inclusion and participation. It was a mixture of the 10th-anniversary Social Hackathon and Peace Village. Symbolically, we carried a 25-metre "PACE" (peace) flag. It's a rainbow flag with the white letters of the word placed on it - sometimes it's even without the word. You can see how easy it is to confuse it with the pride flag. I sent the image to all my friends and acquaintances, because I felt this was a special walk, where a common appeal to peace beyond ideologies was delivered through poetry, by the youth.
Several asked what I was doing at the parade. Some ignored my message. To me, the peace flag, which Umbria has been carrying since 1961, represents camaraderie, or at least constructive acceptance among all. We're all children of the Sun's rays, after all.
That's what the event got right - prosperity built through difference, not despite it. The Hackathon part involved 8 young teams mentored by experts to compete in delivering tech solutions to build peace and tackle other Sustainable Development Goals, and twice as many smaller junior teams building applicable solutions for local communities. The Peace Village side was subtler: mindfulness, and responsibility for building and maintaining peace. With 46 nationalities in attendance, it was an enchanting 3-day event, giving hope when, at least to me, it was very much needed.
Anyone working with youth, pay attention to Umbria's Social Hackathons and C.R.E.A. Cultura Festivals. Challenging models to replicate (you need a highly driven team), but worth stealing from.
#SHU #SHU2026 #Education #PeaceBuilding #YouthWork #Cascia #Umbria
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I love the rainbow flag. It's such a strong and magical symbol. There are (at least) two versions often confused.
I'm privileged to travel for my work doing what I love. About a week ago, I went to Cascia in Italy, to hold a workshop on sensitising young minds to the challenges of equitable inclusion and participation. It was a mixture of the 10th-anniversary Social Hackathon and Peace Village. Symbolically, we carried a 25-metre "PACE" (peace) flag. It's a rainbow flag with the white letters of the word placed on it - sometimes it's even without the word. You can see how easy it is to confuse it with the pride flag. I sent the image to all my friends and acquaintances, because I felt this was a special walk, where a common appeal to peace beyond ideologies was delivered through poetry, by the youth.
Several asked what I was doing at the parade. Some ignored my message. To me, the peace flag, which Umbria has been carrying since 1961, represents camaraderie, or at least constructive acceptance among all. We're all children of the Sun's rays, after all.
That's what the event got right - prosperity built through difference, not despite it. The Hackathon part involved 8 young teams mentored by experts to compete in delivering tech solutions to build peace and tackle other Sustainable Development Goals, and twice as many smaller junior teams building applicable solutions for local communities. The Peace Village side was subtler: mindfulness, and responsibility for building and maintaining peace. With 46 nationalities in attendance, it was an enchanting 3-day event, giving hope when, at least to me, it was very much needed.
Anyone working with youth, pay attention to Umbria's Social Hackathons and C.R.E.A. Cultura Festivals. Challenging models to replicate (you need a highly driven team), but worth stealing from.
#SHU #SHU2026 #Education #PeaceBuilding #YouthWork #Cascia #Umbria
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Ma io ho votato queste teste di cazzo? #umbria #bigots #windpower
For others: my regional administration is asking to revoke rights for a windmill installation, evidently showing that they don't understand the urgent need for #electrification
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Ma io ho votato queste teste di cazzo? #umbria #bigots #windpower
For others: my regional administration is asking to revoke rights for a windmill installation, evidently showing that they don't understand the urgent need for #electrification
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Quest update: the dark warlock fell, so my artefact has been granting its +2 to my servant leadership skill. Yesterday, I infused more magic into it. A lil story first...
Some twelwish years ago, someone organised a bike tour in Transylvania, and we joined with a large group of friends. It was an epic adventure, but the important bit here is that for years, I honestly claimed that some of those regions are the most scenic I've ever witnessed. True, this stance had a lot to do with the good times we had as friends, but it still held true. Until yesterday.
I'm here in Cascia (I'll toot about the event I attended later). Whenever I visit a new place, especially more remote ones where the likelihood of ever coming back again is low, I max out my sightseeing and, when possible, crown it with a local hike. Around here, that's the pilgrimage route to the Scoglio di Santa Rita. It's a touristy little sanctuary at the top of a peaking rock. Not being a person of religion, I didn't get much more from the whole saint shebang than an appreciation of history and admiration for people who are in this game for more than just themselves.
Nevertheless, this being a pilgrimage, I took the soul-searching bit seriously - the Universe knows I'm in need of it. I won't bore you with the deets of my struggle, let's just say it was about what really gives me joy in this existence, and let's leave it at this: on my way back, I made decisions and peace to accompany them. And just then, I came across this creek, where, perhaps again thanks mostly to the magic of the moment, I got immersed in one of the prettiest spaces I've ever been to. It had it all: a bank of colourful stones (I whisked one away), a stone wall with a grotto, crystal clear blue water with fish swimming irenically, lush, big-leaved greenery, the chirp of birds and cicadas, the murmur of water, popping red poppy flowers on the far bank, clear blue skies - all of it enclosed between mountains.
I sat for a bit, being completely aware that next to my short-term decisions made earlier, this, here, was what I wanted in the long run. It was a yet unnamed emotion, a rare, truly sacred place, a longing. Spinoza described this perhaps best through his pantheistic ideas, equating the concept of god with nature as a whole, with us a part of it. I left the sanctuary up at the peak unmoved - down here though, Nature was holding mass.
So, I took my crystal out and submerged it in the numbingly cool water, careful not to spook the fish. Then I just knelt there, with my hands becoming one with the cold cleanness and I embodied the feeling for later reminiscence. When I took my artefact out, it was imbued with the gelid serenity that I will now carry whenever I'm contributing to the World. New enchantment slot unlocked!
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Quest update: the dark warlock fell, so my artefact has been granting its +2 to my servant leadership skill. Yesterday, I infused more magic into it. A lil story first...
Some twelwish years ago, someone organised a bike tour in Transylvania, and we joined with a large group of friends. It was an epic adventure, but the important bit here is that for years, I honestly claimed that some of those regions are the most scenic I've ever witnessed. True, this stance had a lot to do with the good times we had as friends, but it still held true. Until yesterday.
I'm here in Cascia (I'll toot about the event I attended later). Whenever I visit a new place, especially more remote ones where the likelihood of ever coming back again is low, I max out my sightseeing and, when possible, crown it with a local hike. Around here, that's the pilgrimage route to the Scoglio di Santa Rita. It's a touristy little sanctuary at the top of a peaking rock. Not being a person of religion, I didn't get much more from the whole saint shebang than an appreciation of history and admiration for people who are in this game for more than just themselves.
Nevertheless, this being a pilgrimage, I took the soul-searching bit seriously - the Universe knows I'm in need of it. I won't bore you with the deets of my struggle, let's just say it was about what really gives me joy in this existence, and let's leave it at this: on my way back, I made decisions and peace to accompany them. And just then, I came across this creek, where, perhaps again thanks mostly to the magic of the moment, I got immersed in one of the prettiest spaces I've ever been to. It had it all: a bank of colourful stones (I whisked one away), a stone wall with a grotto, crystal clear blue water with fish swimming irenically, lush, big-leaved greenery, the chirp of birds and cicadas, the murmur of water, popping red poppy flowers on the far bank, clear blue skies - all of it enclosed between mountains.
I sat for a bit, being completely aware that next to my short-term decisions made earlier, this, here, was what I wanted in the long run. It was a yet unnamed emotion, a rare, truly sacred place, a longing. Spinoza described this perhaps best through his pantheistic ideas, equating the concept of god with nature as a whole, with us a part of it. I left the sanctuary up at the peak unmoved - down here though, Nature was holding mass.
So, I took my crystal out and submerged it in the numbingly cool water, careful not to spook the fish. Then I just knelt there, with my hands becoming one with the cold cleanness and I embodied the feeling for later reminiscence. When I took my artefact out, it was imbued with the gelid serenity that I will now carry whenever I'm contributing to the World. New enchantment slot unlocked!
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È stato consegnato a Foligno il primo ETR 108 Coradia Stream destinato all'Umbria. Il nuovo treno regionale può raggiungere i 200 km/h e offre oltre mille posti, contribuendo al rinnovo della flotta regionale. #Trenitalia #Umbria
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Domani 9 luglio alle 21, sarò insieme a @lrnz ospite di MAESTRI DI NIENTE ovvero il podcast di Frekt e Lorenzo Palloni.
Registriamo due puntate live a Città di Castello alla Biblioteca Carducci. Se siete in #umbria e vi piaccioni i nostri #fumetti potrebbe essere una bella occasione.Perchè proprio a Città di Castello? Perchè sto collaborando con Tiferno Comics alla curatela di una grande mostra di #SilviaZiche che inaugurerà a settembre a Palazzo Facchinetti.
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Kot z Bevanii (Bevagna). Jakie miejsce taki kot. Podobno kot się klika. A do Bevagny jeden autobus. A czas im się zatrzymał całkiem. Mają miliard starożytno-średniowiecznych: ruder, domostw, rezydencji, uliczek, zaułków, placyków i bram. Młodziej niż romańsko - nie mają. I zasłaniają rury szmatami, żeby nie psuć wrażenia.
#bevagna #umbria #wakacje #kot -
Kot z Bevanii (Bevagna). Jakie miejsce taki kot. Podobno kot się klika. A do Bevagny jeden autobus. A czas im się zatrzymał całkiem. Mają miliard starożytno-średniowiecznych: ruder, domostw, rezydencji, uliczek, zaułków, placyków i bram. Młodziej niż romańsko - nie mają. I zasłaniają rury szmatami, żeby nie psuć wrażenia.
#bevagna #umbria #wakacje #kot -
1 lipca zacząłem miesiąc wakacji. Obecnie w niejakim Foligno, a właściwie w pociągu 4727, którym skaczę do Spoleto. Trochę ładnych górek beskidopodobnych w tej Umbrii, no i miasteczka warstwowe - fundament starożytny, wypełnienie średniowieczne i ledwie lekkie omszenia współczesnością. Nie dość, że chłodniej, to jeszcze wyobraźnia płata figle i przenosi w czasie. Foligno akurat po dwóch trzęsieniach ziemi i bombardowaniach w czasie wojny - żyje sobie bez przesady i presji na atrakcyjność. Dumny posiadacz antycznego łuku, placu Garibaldiego i mniej lub bardziej zarośniętej strugi Topino. Nie liczę świątyń. Włoskie kościoły, to jest jakiś przekręt. Małe pipidówy jak Spello (8 tys. mieszkańców) mają po kilka wyjebjaszczych mini katedr, pobazgranych jeszcze w wiekach średnich ówczesnymi memami o charakterze umoralniającym i edukacyjnym.
Superfajna jest komunikacja - tych flaviuszowych ani innocentowych uliczek się nie da poszerzyć, więc rozumiem Vespy, i ich wersję ciężarową - śmieszne trzykołowe Apy. Stwierdzam - w Polsce nic nie wiemy o Pandach (wersja 4x4 z lat '90!). Ale oni jeżdżą w tych labiryntach autobusami. W dodatku brak jezdni czy chodnika - wszyscy sobie serdecznie wymyślamy, ale żyjemy. Jak widać da się bez zasad.
Wczoraj Spello, miasteczko - skansen, w dodatku z szalonym pomysłem na doroczny konkurs ukwiecania. Jest jak zbyt napalony/a kochanek/anka. Pierwsze dwie godziny w pełnym zachwycie, po 4 masz dosyć, ale jeszcze się uśmiechasz, po 6 przeklinasz kolejne czarujące zaułki, przejścia, ukwiecone balkoniki i słodkie kotki na półkach z bookcrossingiem. -
1 lipca zacząłem miesiąc wakacji. Obecnie w niejakim Foligno, a właściwie w pociągu 4727, którym skaczę do Spoleto. Trochę ładnych górek beskidopodobnych w tej Umbrii, no i miasteczka warstwowe - fundament starożytny, wypełnienie średniowieczne i ledwie lekkie omszenia współczesnością. Nie dość, że chłodniej, to jeszcze wyobraźnia płata figle i przenosi w czasie. Foligno akurat po dwóch trzęsieniach ziemi i bombardowaniach w czasie wojny - żyje sobie bez przesady i presji na atrakcyjność. Dumny posiadacz antycznego łuku, placu Garibaldiego i mniej lub bardziej zarośniętej strugi Topino. Nie liczę świątyń. Włoskie kościoły, to jest jakiś przekręt. Małe pipidówy jak Spello (8 tys. mieszkańców) mają po kilka wyjebjaszczych mini katedr, pobazgranych jeszcze w wiekach średnich ówczesnymi memami o charakterze umoralniającym i edukacyjnym.
Superfajna jest komunikacja - tych flaviuszowych ani innocentowych uliczek się nie da poszerzyć, więc rozumiem Vespy, i ich wersję ciężarową - śmieszne trzykołowe Apy. Stwierdzam - w Polsce nic nie wiemy o Pandach (wersja 4x4 z lat '90!). Ale oni jeżdżą w tych labiryntach autobusami. W dodatku brak jezdni czy chodnika - wszyscy sobie serdecznie wymyślamy, ale żyjemy. Jak widać da się bez zasad.
Wczoraj Spello, miasteczko - skansen, w dodatku z szalonym pomysłem na doroczny konkurs ukwiecania. Jest jak zbyt napalony/a kochanek/anka. Pierwsze dwie godziny w pełnym zachwycie, po 4 masz dosyć, ale jeszcze się uśmiechasz, po 6 przeklinasz kolejne czarujące zaułki, przejścia, ukwiecone balkoniki i słodkie kotki na półkach z bookcrossingiem. -
Today is the feast day of Cassius, a bishop of Narni in #Umbria from 537 to his death in 558 https://cromwell-intl.com/travel/italy/umbria/?s=mb #travel #Italy #history
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Today is the feast day of Cassius, a bishop of Narni in #Umbria from 537 to his death in 558 https://cromwell-intl.com/travel/italy/umbria/?s=mb #travel #Italy #history
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Today is the feast day of Zosimus, who was executed in Spoleto in #Umbria in 110 during the reign of Emperor Trajan https://cromwell-intl.com/travel/italy/umbria/?s=mb #travel #Italy #history
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Today is the feast day of Himerius of Cremona, 6th century Bishop of Ameila in #Umbria https://cromwell-intl.com/travel/italy/?s=mb #travel #italy #history
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Today is the feast day of Fortunatus of Spoleto, in #Umbria https://cromwell-intl.com/travel/italy/umbria/?s=mb #travel #Italy #history
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Today is the feast day of Fortunatus, a parish priest near Spoleto in #Umbria sometime between the 4th and 5th centuries https://cromwell-intl.com/travel/italy/umbria/?s=mb #travel #Italy #history
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Vitalis of Assisi, who died OTD in 1370, was wild as a youth; then he went on pilgrimage to sanctuaries in #Italy and elsewhere in Europe, returned home to #Umbria, and became a Benedictine monk https://cromwell-intl.com/travel/italy/umbria/?s=mb #travel #history
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Today is the feast day of Felicissimus, Heraclius, and Paulinus, martyred in 303 at Todi in #Umbria https://cromwell-intl.com/travel/italy/umbria/?s=mb #travel #Italy #history
