Being Sunday I thought it would be fitting to post about my crucifix fetish, and where better to start then with Crucifix Hill.
The story goes like this, In a field near the north of Sialuliai in Lithuania, there are literally millions of crucifixes and religious icons piled on top of another. According to an old saying, the first crucifix was placed by a father, who wanted to pray to God for his gravely ill daughter. The father wandered with his cross to the hill. He raised it at the highest point and asked God for forgiveness and to make his daughter well again. After his prayers he returned home and found that his daughter had been cured by a miracle. People then began to make a pilgrimage to the hill. Always with a crucifix or icon that they left behind. This act was dedicated to God.
I've often thought what it would be like to visit Crucifix Hill, I imagine it would be quite overwhelming. The energy all those prayers, pleas, hopes and wishes would carry.
On a lighter note, I love that if you make your pilgrimage to Crucifix Hill only to discover you have forgotten your religious icon, don't worry as they have stalls there so you can quickly grab yourself an icon!
I have several iconic pieces floating around the house, my absolute favourite is my antique set of rosary beads from a French Nunnery.
Enjoy your Sunday.
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