Historical Setting: An unknown time in a cold land Considering the chain — The chain is undoubtedly more valuable to my captors than am I. It’s simply the only proof they had that I’d been captured. Maybe the chain was a prize in a raid. Or maybe it was made by their own smiths,Continue reading “#63.4, Tuesday, Dec. 10, 2024”
Category Archives: Christian History
#63.3, Thurs., Dec. 5, 2024
Historical Setting: An unknown time in a cold land This woman in shackles speaks in the comfortable language of Frankish Gaul. She tells me men are most often killed when they are captured and the women are taken as slaves. So, she says, I should be fortunate they only wrapped me in heavy chains.Continue reading “#63.3, Thurs., Dec. 5, 2024”
#63.2, Weds., Dec. 4, 2024
Historical Setting: An unknown time in a cold land An apprehension shadows me as I walk toward the sunset unprepared for nightfall. I feel like I’m being stalked. I no longer fear wolves or any sort of wild thing seeking prey. And how often is this feeling of another presence discovered to be theContinue reading “#63.2, Weds., Dec. 4, 2024”
#63.1, Tuesday, Dec. 3, 2024
Historical Setting: An unknown time in a cold land Dear God, thank you for life and breath and time alone… but I find myself now on a blank slate of winter earth that seems endless. I’ve seen signs of other mortals and I know your invisible presence is here too. Thank you for stayingContinue reading “#63.1, Tuesday, Dec. 3, 2024”
#62.12, Thursday, Nov. 28, 2024
Historical Setting, cold unknown Today, I’m walking alone, or I would be, except for my persistent trust that God is with me. It’s like the air of breath that seems always everywhere, yet invisible, like water for sea creatures. Air allows me to live as I do, a mortal, tangible creature of earth. AirContinue reading “#62.12, Thursday, Nov. 28, 2024”
#62.11, Wednesday, Nov. 27, 2024
Historical Setting, unknown All along this walk I share the winter peace, solitude by the sea with only the birds and critters. I’ve seen seals on some rocks – probably every strange creature imaginable is lurking in this vacancy of humankind. And here are all the birds that linger on the rocks, spread-winged, orContinue reading “#62.11, Wednesday, Nov. 27, 2024”
#62.10, Tuesday, Nov. 26, 2024
Historical Setting, unknown Waking in a tiny shelter made with one deer hide folded this wolf companion, I call Little Brother, is still here and he has chewed our water skin to pieces. It’s just the kind of thing an adolescent wolf would do. He has no imagination for any future need we wouldContinue reading “#62.10, Tuesday, Nov. 26, 2024”
#62.9, Thursday, Nov. 21, 2024
Historical Setting, cold unknown I’m thinking of the family of wolves that chose to take me in, assuming I needed food and rest and warmth. They shared their den and their food and water with this human being, even though, among wolves, humans are probably known to be greedy, stinky and violent. TheContinue reading “#62.9, Thursday, Nov. 21, 2024”
#62.8, Wednesday, Nov. 20, 2024
Historical Setting, unknown By now, whenever now is, I’ve learned a few gestures of wolves, but the fullness of language still eludes me. Humankinds have named them for the tender word they say that accompanies an asking nudge – ulfr, or wolf. [footnote] As much as I appreciate this gracious, unjudgmental hospitality, IContinue reading “#62.8, Wednesday, Nov. 20, 2024”
#62.7, Tuesday, Nov. 19, 2024
Historical Setting, unknown Warm wolves need no extra firs or fire. Any fir I may have, is sparse so I depend on these others for warmth. But just outside the den are the two frozen deer carcasses left for the vultures and now the crows, picking at the last of the meats. I crawlContinue reading “#62.7, Tuesday, Nov. 19, 2024”
Lazarus Ink 