One thing I always love about Europe, and Italy in particular, is the ringing of the church bells on Sundays, the awakening to an exuberant new day. In Durham, too, when I was staying in the old castle that is the University, across the close from the Cathedral, the bells were a large and friendly presence.
These lines from Mary Oliver’s poem “The Fawn” speak of the experience that I remember and
the bells once more tipped and tumbled
And rang through the morning, announcing
The going forth of the blessed.
image: Christie B. Cochrell, Bells, San Juan Capistrano Mission