A small miracle: a wonderful old Catholic movie
Take a break.
I’ve been talking on FB lately, and to anyone willing to listen, about how much I want a donkey. No, that’s not slang or a euphemism for anything. I mean an actual donkey. There are lots of donkeys around here, where they’re popular with the mountain trekking people. I’ve been scouring websites about how to care for a pet donkey while I was supposed to be working on terribly terribly important and grown-up things. I’ve been daydreaming about getting a little bit of land down the valley in one of the villages, maybe Popoli, and keeping a donkey there and maybe keeping some bees too.
I have just today remembered where I got my love of donkeys; a little book I had as a child that had photos from an old movie based on a book by the Italian writer, Paul Gallico. The pics I remember came from a colour film, but I found this on Youtube today.
It’s just a sweet and charming story of a young boy who takes his sick donkey to Assisi be cured by St. Francis.
Oh, I think I’m going to cry just thinking about it…
People who tell you that the modern world is better than the Before Time are dumb.
And probably wicked.