SAN Saturia IN SORIA
few interesting sites such as the monastery of San Saturio in Soria. Even after the impression produced on the soul in the cloister of the collegiate church of San Pedro and arches of San Juan de Duero, the vision of this kind of Mount Athos anachoristyrion deeply ingrained memory. To the left of the Douro, on very high bluff system, the piety of centuries-the golden legend mercy to Maelstrom, to Metaphrastes Simeon, at John Mosch, has been rising in the air and built into the projections and hollows of the rocks a unique building. Consists of the famous hermitage in a series of buildings of brick, stone and plaster resting on the sacred mountain, a tiny hagion Oros, "The walls facing the river are an indescribable charm, a curious and plot sugeridora Greek or Maronite or of lauras of San Sabas in the torrent of Kidron; Serval pictures, pages of L'Afrique chrétienne Of Lecrercq; of Harnach in Mönchtum Das. But in these high vertical walls to the river there koinosbios, no monastic community life, there are myriads of these balconies or windows that distinguish the vast eastern monasteries, where the 'working states ", in the beautiful phrase of Benedict of Nursia; are those stout masonry walls Castilian following internal caves inhabited San Saturio, with few gaps to the outside, but the landscape is at the Douro by those sites, roughness and stiffness of rule of St. Basil. Here's what a soul can deepen scholar at the hermitage of Soria, the difference between the fierce individualism of our hermits and the common life of the Cenobites given elsewhere. San Saturio life is a life entirely our own, the story of Santeria, an enlightened farmer wants nothing to anyone and that all necessary Sitan worship because of their intercessions. He goes door to door asking, and all they ask him. Give bread, and he gives sentence, if, by going to the city in search of bread, the river has risen, goes on dry Saturio on the raging waters of the river, all his thaumaturgy be similar to that prodigy, is a necessary , a wonder of the will. The whole interior of the famous chapel meets this criterion of Iberian holiness, from the chapter of the Hermandad de los Heros to really gruesome grotto deep and for so many consecutive years RVAR the bones of a hermit. We have spent several days studying and these dark buildings, apart from the conventional care of those now living to teach laura, all there is ours, Iberian, the rooms were thrown sometimes bishops in spiritual exercises, co-ces santeros of current underground stairways, corridors, caverns, nooks and chapels. There is a piece of furniture out of tune of our character or a window that is not ideally oriented. Bars, boxes, tables, benches, and no one has agreed to preserve their way of being tough, without this being one of those "houses of Greco" or other such, have an unmistakable character. There are things of times, they are everyday things, those things we ever involving our way of being contemplated-tive, sober and sullen. We wrote here several evenings in our holy book ORT About Byzantine gold, believing that the site would lend itself to reconstruction and old styles, and it was not. These sites are places nihilists of quietism Priscillianist or mills, with total darkness and remoteness from living life, not because she vex fuzzy spirituality, but because the best of the best to not think about anything. These car-tujas are a strange individual uniqueness in the history of monasticism. It seems in fact that here-Pulte is doing it for living away from everything, even God himself. Shortly after these caverns remain enormously annoying to hear, and the same silent inner word embarrassed. It is not fear, or spiritual edification or ineffable loneliness; is simply not feeling any anxiety to speak or hear. "Is not good for nothing? "Says a proverb of the Greek people. Become pappas. "Our hermit, and over any converts into saints and patterns of cities, may add to the vulgar adage ironic excellent pages Soul of race. The test of all is that the veneration of generations to understand things so supremely well, if not the resurrected saints would miss the bare walls of the cave where he lived, and gladly would host the new buildings, appliances and furnishings. This kind of renunciacio-tion falls in an excellent manner in Iberian souls, all the same thing would to be possible. Until the power of miracles is understood as an easy thing. What may have surprised a spirit that is amazed by its very existence and pray that others win the afterlife as soon as practicable? Undoubtedly this is in hermitages and new ways of San Saturio see our highly original religious vision, our emotional life, our, sentimental realism, never more fiercely charged that when any of us feels to be lonely vocation. Then, as now can be seen here, is when we project on things that very special way of being that the more harsh, rigid, dry, they are in themselves. Valen well worth shrines like these. Whenever you see with new performances by visiting pilgrims and not as a feeling frozen in dogma.
Spain Eugenio Noel nerve to nerve (1924) Stock
Austral. Espasa Calpe. Pp 134-136 Madrid 1963
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