Watched Powell and Pressburger’s “A Canterbury Tale” last night, loosely based on Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales.
I quite like a pilgrimage, going on a journey, some take years, others found in the mind’s eye; looking for a blessing, perhaps to do penance, or maybe just a way to open my heart to the wonder of life.
We’re often surprised when we open our eyes. A favorite quote: “If what you see does not move you then change what you see.”
Social media alerts us to a cast of eccentric characters every day, to the idea everyone’s ‘an acquired taste’. In the movie ‘A Canterbury Tale’, even as WWll rages on, Powell and Pressburger have this gift for suggesting there’s still charm, innocence, even magic creating surround sound. We just go deaf every now and then.
When I interviewed 12 people for my next book, and really listened to their lives I realized my life in Loazzolo had been a kind of pilgrimage. And like Joseph Campbell’s “A Hero’s Journey” an elixer offered to the reader – themes exhibited over and over again in the lives of the Piemontese.
Themes to restore the faith, I think.
Just yesterday we took a tiny portion of remains, ashes of a Piemontese, a much loved relative, to a peaceful place for distribution. A cool area on a hot day with shade and water cascading down the mountain to remind us of the transcendental nature of life.
It was a pilgrimage, short, sentimental, even important; a lesson in celebrating life.