#umbria — Public Fediverse posts
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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.
#LRNZ #RitaPetruccioli #comics -
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
