Historical setting: 563 C.E. Ascending into the Pyrenees Cloud shadows on the mountains seem to make the ever-still earth forms of rock rise and fall like the waves on a sea. We thought finding our way through this range would be the simple part going up to the mountain top then down into Gaul,Continue reading “Post #13.7, Thursday, October 15, 2020”
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Post #13.6, Wednesday, October 14, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E. Ascending into the Pyrenees The fog clears. No words. Awe is a word too small. Dear God, was it your intention that human eyes would be given privilege to see so wide? Have we taken a step too far and now we see all of earth from a holy place?Continue reading “Post #13.6, Wednesday, October 14, 2020”
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”
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