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 #12.11, Wednesday, September 23 ’20

Historical setting: 563 C.E., Bragda          Here in these Holy halls where even bishops tip-toe on marble floors to soften the echoes, I have found a quiet place to take a moment to mesh the stories the bishop told with the fragments of memory and now I seem to know too well the things IContinue reading “Post #12.11, Wednesday, September 23 ’20”

Post #12.10, Tuesday, September 22, 2020

Historical setting: 563 C.E., remembering a villa in 462 Remembering 462 C.E., A very earthly enemy invasion was coming down on us from the eastern coast of Hispania. The first arrow arced through the vines of portico into the midst of our meeting. The next seemed to take an eternity to arrive, though it wasContinue reading “Post #12.10, Tuesday, September 22, 2020”

Post #12.9, Thursday, September 17, 2020

Historical setting: 563 C.E., remembering villa near Zaragosa in 462 Here is a quiet place to collect my thoughts as I now have the one thing I was seeking – my clarity of mind. The bishop laid out details of a time in the missing century. And now my own remembrances have become horrifically clear.Continue reading “Post #12.9, Thursday, September 17, 2020”

Post #12.8, Wednesday, September 16, 2020

Historical setting: 563 C.E. Bragda          I meet with the bishop alone, because Nic doesn’t want to hear about my unusual circumstance of having lived in other times. And now he has seen my transcription of The Gospel of John and now he knows it’s true. Nic can’t dismiss my personal weirdness with the possibilityContinue reading “Post #12.8, Wednesday, September 16, 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 #12.5, Wednesday, September 9, 2020

Historical setting: 563 CE, Bragda While we await the keeper of the books to make our appointment with the gospel, Nic is questioning the doorkeeper about every detail of the recent Council of Bragda in 561. He seems so delighted in the assurance that my lost memory might have lapsed only one year and aContinue reading “Post #12.5, Wednesday, September 9, 2020”

Post #12.4, Tuesday, September 8, 2020

Historical setting: 563 C.E. remembering a different time          I know I wasn’t part of a procession of bishops. We are at the visitor’s desk at the basilica of Bracara, called Bragda now. Nic is urging that we study the visitor’s list from a Council held here only twenty months ago in 561. I knowContinue reading “Post #12.4, Tuesday, September 8, 2020”

Post #12.3, Thursday, September 3, 2020

Historical setting: Bragda, Galleacia, 563 C.E.          Mountains and valleys make long rides of short views. The huge central edifice for Christian worship and bishop business is the largest building in the city spread in this valley, but it is nearly an hour’s ride zig-zagging down the hill from the inn onto these old city’sContinue reading “Post #12.3, Thursday, September 3, 2020”