Post #12.13, Tuesday, September 29, 2020

Historical setting: 563 C.E., the Inn at Bragda          Back at the inn now, and it’s the disappointment I’d feared.  The Rose is not in the stall. Nic’s things are already gone from the loft. The innkeeper says he paid ahead for me and my horse for this night and he will pay more ifContinue reading “Post #12.13, Tuesday, September 29, 2020”

Post #12.12, Thursday, September 24, 2020

Historical setting: 563 C.E., Bragda After I met with the bishop, after my mind was clear of wishes, and my memories were of grief, now I find Nic is not where I expected to find him: just outside, practicing his horsemanship. He is nowhere to be seen. He left an apple for my horse.  WhatContinue reading “Post #12.12, Thursday, September 24, 2020”

Post #12.7, Tuesday, September 15, 2020

Historical setting: 563 C.E. Bragda          There is a sense of apprehension in Nic as I have asked the Bragda librarian to turn to a particular passage in this one hundred year old copy of the Gospel of John. My own sense of its source was confirmed when I first saw it, but Nic isContinue reading “Post #12.7, Tuesday, September 15, 2020”

Post #12.6, Thursday, September 10, 2020

Historical setting: 563 C.E. Bragda Nic sees no need to question my remembrances any further. He is sure I am recalling the Council of Bragda in 561. But I fear my glimpses of remembering may be reaching back one hundred years. I will know if there is any truth to this concern when I seeContinue reading “Post #12.6, Thursday, September 10, 2020”

Post #11.11, Wednesday, August 26, 2020

Historical setting: Remembering a time, maybe 452 C.E.? The heat of the day is upon us so we find a cool flowing creek to water the horses.          Nic asks why they needed the Gospel of John brought all these years after the cult leader was executed. He does say, “all these years after” asContinue reading “Post #11.11, Wednesday, August 26, 2020”

Post #11.9, Thursday, August 20, 2020

Historical setting: 563 C.E. On the Road in Galeacia “If it wasn’t sex and it wasn’t disobedience what was it that went wrong in the garden that eventually led to the deadly heresy that took the full ‘Gospel of John’ to dispel?” Nic asks, nudging more holy yammer.          And I fall right in. “Well,Continue reading “Post #11.9, Thursday, August 20, 2020”

Post #11.8, Wednesday, August 19, 2020

Historical setting: 563 C.E., Iberia          We are preparing our horses for the day’s ride. The Great Rose has already tossed his saddle once and now Nic, the least horse experienced of the three of us has taken on the project. Nic proceeds first to be sure I am holding the rein close to theContinue reading “Post #11.8, Wednesday, August 19, 2020”

Post #11.6, Thursday, August 13, 2020

Historical setting: 563 C.E., on a beach in La Coruña          We walk the horses back to curry them and bed them down for the night.  We’re told that Nic’s horse is named “The Rose” because the dapple looks like dew on rose petals, and mine is “Umber” because it is brown.          Nic isContinue reading “Post #11.6, Thursday, August 13, 2020”

Post #10.13, Wednesday, July 29, 2020

Historical setting: 563 CE, on the Bay of Contabria (Biscay)          Nic asks me, “Did you ever hear the poem about God, like the good shepherd who leads us beside the still waters and restores thirsty souls?”          “Yes, of course!  That’s a Psalm! And you know that also?”          “Yes, Brother Lazarus, I learnedContinue reading “Post #10.13, Wednesday, July 29, 2020”

Post #10.12, Tuesday, July 28, 2020

Historical setting: 563 CE, on the Bay of Contabria (Biscay)          After a gaping silence after explaining who I really am and that I actually saw the execution of Jesus, Nic offers his thoughts.          “If you wanted me to believe all that stuff about the bible story you could have said it better. YouContinue reading “Post #10.12, Tuesday, July 28, 2020”