Italia Uno

Castigliano Fiorentino, picolo casa sinistra

I'm set out on a pilgrimage to light a candle for my very missed, right hand farm assisting, lavender comrade, shot gun riding, (8 months now deceased) angel dog Jeddie at the very place where the Patron Saint of Animals and the Environment received his stigmata due to his devotion. The man used to meditate in a cave below the monastery and I did the same.

When I began crafting the trip, just after my dog died this was planned as my first stop.

When mom died in late 2004 I took from her things a little statue of St. Francis that hung on the wall in the hall of her condo. It now hangs inside near the new front door of my tiny house. Always when I leave the house I'll say "Hey Frank, keep an eye on the place will ya?" I'm pretty sure he casts a veil of invisibility around it.

Behind Frank on the wall is a photo of Jeddie sitting by a large Beltane bonfire. Jed had a peculiar habit of sidling up close behind a person seated on the ground, nuzzling hair or the back of your neck.

From the same nail that attaches Frank to the wall also hangs a little household protection sachet I used to sell at market (I need to start making them again, let me know if you want one) called Gypsy Aegis. Ya, it's pagan as hell...but then I think Frank would appreciate that. I wrote a little blog

A blog about St. Francis can be found here. If you're a devout Christian, be forewarned, you might take offense. I never did take too kind