Historical Setting, cold unknown There are stories of saints like Father Columbanus befriending wolves. Father Columbanus stood tall with a comforting authority but never a threatening dominance. Dear God, as I find new strength, may I have these saintly virtues. Amen. But… I doubt my circumstances and the virtues of a saintContinue reading “#62.6, Thursday, Nov. 14, 2024”
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#62.5, Wednesday, Nov. 13, 2024
Historical Setting, cold unknown The pack returns from the hunt. The matriarch has food for the pups. The pups didn’t eat from the deer that was left for the wolves here in the snow. And gratefully, this human flesh wasn’t sampled either. I don’t know whether the deer meat makes it more tempting toContinue reading “#62.5, Wednesday, Nov. 13, 2024”
#62.4, Tuesday, Nov. 12, 2024
Historical Setting, cold unknown Even in these new times called future there can be a madman pretending to be a ruler. He billows on to Oos, or Us, (does spelling even matter?) “Now, we can’t even return him to the bogs; he’s been brought up from the depths and he is watchingContinue reading “#62.4, Tuesday, Nov. 12, 2024”
#62.3, Thursday, Nov. 7, 2024
Historical Setting, cold unknown “Do you know what this is?” the raging man asks Os. Us doesn’t answer. “It’s a bog body! A pagan priest chooses a glamourous or youthful perfect specimen, and leaves the burn of the rope or the mark of the blade nearly hidden when a sacrifice is given toContinue reading “#62.3, Thursday, Nov. 7, 2024”
#62.2, Wednesday, Nov. 6, 2024
Historical Setting, unknown This morning, the hides over the entrance are drawn aside for those I heard talking outside. Light spills in. Now I look up into the crossbeams and I see clearly what is hanging on the center support. Here is Greg’s familiar byrnie, rusted and rotted, clumped with soil. It has aContinue reading “#62.2, Wednesday, Nov. 6, 2024”
#62.1, Tuesday, Nov. 5, 2024
Historical Setting, cold and dark, unknown It’s another time and a dark place. Waking happens every day to each person in a little way, but this awakening is a whole unknown future. What future means for those who suffer is a shinning promise hoping for something better. So, you would think that thoseContinue reading “#62.1, Tuesday, Nov. 5, 2024”
#61.15, Thursday, Oct. 31, 2024
Historical Setting, Samhain in an unknown time and darkness It is a dark hovel with an earthen floor and no fire though there is the damp smell of decay. Life before must have been long ago. My hair and beard are spread all around me, long and unruly like long dark flickers of coronaContinue reading “#61.15, Thursday, Oct. 31, 2024”
#61.14, Wednesday, Oct. 30, 2024
Historical Setting, 631 C.E. Alehouse near Dorestad We are at the public board at an alehouse near the marketplace where Greg and Gaillard visited the armor smiths. We are enjoying pots of ale, and now we are served bowls of stew. Gaillard left the table but hasn’t returned and it has been a longContinue reading “#61.14, Wednesday, Oct. 30, 2024”
#61.13, Tuesday, Oct. 29, 2024
Historical Setting, 631 C.E. A public stable at a market in Dorestad With the spying complete and the birds let go, we take the horses and the mule to a public stable. The stable hand here is a young fellow sitting at the far end of the first row of stalls. He sees usContinue reading “#61.13, Tuesday, Oct. 29, 2024”
#61.12, Thursday, Oct. 24, 2024
Historical Setting, 631 C.E. The armor markets at Dorestad We are at a market for armor and helmets. The overt mission of Greg and Gaillard is to purchase swords and helmets. The covert mission is to listen and learn who is outfitting armies in these times. Greg and Gaillard don’t work together. GregContinue reading “#61.12, Thursday, Oct. 24, 2024”
Lazarus Ink 