Words from the box

Words from the box

I was staying in my friend’s guest room, along with boxes from her mother’s estate that were waiting to be sorted, and trying to sort out my own problems. Usually, I make a decision, put it to bed, then move onto the next one. Except, some decisions need more thought, more time to percolate. Occasionally, I confuse this waiting process as self-doubt. Especially with difficult decisions. As I sat on the bed with just the table lamp on, praying, asking for guidance, and listening, my eyes focused on one small sentence in that whole wall of boxes. “DON’T RUSH THINGS.”

I’ve added a visual sunburst to the photo in place of the emotional effect it had. It may sound far-fetched, and I probably wouldn’t have given it another thought, except for the internal change I experienced: a genuine peace about giving this situation more time.

Oh, did you see that the ad was about turkeys? Another reminder of God’s humor. And care.

The Mysterious Past of Chico, California – It’s Not the Sky That’s Falling!

The Mysterious Past of Chico, California – It’s Not the Sky That’s Falling!

This interesting story was covered by the San Francisco Chronicle, and on March 12, 1922, the New York Times reported that smooth, warm rocks had been falling out of a cloudless sky over Chico, California since July 1921.

The first complaint was made on November 1921 to City Marshall, J.A. Peck, by J.W. Charge, who said someone was throwing stones at his warehouse every day. The stones fell with enough force to damage windows, wooden boards, and roof shingles. Investigators, Fire Chief C.E. Tovee and Traffic Officer J.J. Corbett, narrowly escaped personal injury when a large boulder struck a wall where they had been standing only moments earlier.

Police could not come up with an explanation for the long duration of the phenomenon or the limited geographic scope of the rock fall (only on or around the warehouse).

Well, these giants might be a bit of an exaggeration.

In addition to rocks falling from Chico’s skies, on Sept 2, 1878, the New York Times said the Chico Record had reported that a great number of small fishes fell from a cloudless sky, covering a store and several acres.

Falling fish or frogs or reptiles seem easier to explain than rocks, as they can be picked up by waterspouts from pools of water. The curious thing here is how the waterspouts manage to only pick up one species at a time out of the body of water. A Moses-type plague? Heavenly provision for the hungry? Hmmm.

Speaking of hungry (ugh), there have been several documented accounts of flesh and blood falling from the sky. These have been examined, but with no reasonable explanation. Well, reasonable to most of us. Some assert that Aliens are dumping their refuse to lighten their load before exiting our atmosphere. Hmmm, again.

Be sure to watch the One Step Beyond video where this story is featured along with another fun mystery.

The Real Sword in the Stone

The Real Sword in the Stone

While I was touring Tuscany, a local merchant asked if I had seen the sword in the stone located less than fifteen kilometers away. He gave directions to a hill called Montesiepi and the next day my husband and I visited the most enchanting place I’ve ever been: the Abbey of San Galgano.

The roofless abbey is spectacular and hosts concerts and weddings in this century of its life. But its past is even more gripping.

We hiked past a vineyard up to the chapel of San Galgano – named for Galgano Guidotti, a wayward knight. In a vision, the archangel Michael told Galgano to cease his violent ways, the knight replied that would be as easy as plunging his sword into the stone at his feet. He later said the stone melted like butter as his sword entered. No one has been able to pull it out.

This event happened a year before this story appeared in the King Arthur tales. Hmm.

Galgano became a hermit on the hilltop of Montesiepi, which soon became a Catholic pilgrimage. Galgano was sainted and the chapel built around the sword.
A beautiful Cistercian abbey followed, built in the fertile land below.

Its current history is also fascinating. A few years ago, vandals broke off and stole the hilt of the sword. It was recovered, the metal tested, and guess what? It is definitely an 11th-century sword.

This story plays a big part in my novel, “The Proof,” yet in a way I didn’t expect. It adds richness to the story. Where history was silent, I added a few vivid details.

For more info and pics, visit: http://www.italiantourism.com/news03.htm