The Medieval Village of Pacentro , Italy was one of our destination stops on our recent tour of Italy. My grandparents were born there with other family members. I wanted to visit for many years and stand by the door of my grandmother’s old house and visit the local cemetery to pay homage to the graves of many relatives.
This village is located in the Abbruzzo region with beautiful vistas of the mountains and surrounded by a national park .
One early morning my husband and I were walking up the steep hill around the village just past the church as the bells began to toll, which were three times. We suddenly heard the howls of a pack of wolves which seemed to be set off by the ringing of the bells. These howls also seemed to come in three sets. I was so alarmed (not by fear), as I have a deep love for wolves, I dropped my purse I was carrying and my husband stared at me as if we were simply frozen in time for a moment.
I turned around to pick up my purse and noticed a small grotto across the street built into the side of the mountain with the Blessed Mother. I looked again at my husband and we were both speechless.
We walked over to the grotto , where I was overcome with the feeling of such emotion words cannot explain. I splashed the grotto water on my face, said some prayers and then removed my shoes to feel the earth and get grounded at this sacred site.
We sat on a bench across from the grotto and let our thoughts catch up with us. I can only say that the ringing of the bells, the howling of the wolves which caused me to turn around to look at the other side of the mountain all seemed to happen in an unexplained series of events, three rings, three sets of howls, and three events.
Once again, syncronicity is at work at its finest.