Climbing the Tree of Life in a Cathedral Jan 11 Written By Branches to Roots . As I stepped inside the Cathedral of Santa Maria Annunziata, the scent of ancient stone and incense filled the air. The echo of my footsteps on the marble gave way to the sanctity of hushed reverence. Magnetically, my eyes were drawn to the floor where they beheld a truly resplendent spectacle. I had come to Italy on a pilgrimage to trace the journey of my Norman ancestors, crusaders who had settled in Castro and eventually made their way north to Locorotondo. I was hoping to catch some glimpse of the world they might have known. As I stepped onto the floor, I couldn’t help but feel I was also stepping into their story. Branches to Roots .
Climbing the Tree of Life in a Cathedral Jan 11 Written By Branches to Roots . As I stepped inside the Cathedral of Santa Maria Annunziata, the scent of ancient stone and incense filled the air. The echo of my footsteps on the marble gave way to the sanctity of hushed reverence. Magnetically, my eyes were drawn to the floor where they beheld a truly resplendent spectacle. I had come to Italy on a pilgrimage to trace the journey of my Norman ancestors, crusaders who had settled in Castro and eventually made their way north to Locorotondo. I was hoping to catch some glimpse of the world they might have known. As I stepped onto the floor, I couldn’t help but feel I was also stepping into their story. Branches to Roots .
