Post #19.7, Thursday, April 15, 2021

Historical setting: Inside a daub and wattle sepulcher — 584 C.E.          At this waking the new light of morning is splashing and surging in clear patterns of brightness throughout the whole weave of the wattle.          Anatase is here with a cup of water again, and her flute.          Dear God, thank you forContinue reading “Post #19.7, Thursday, April 15, 2021”

Post #19.6, Wednesday, April 14, 2021

Historical setting: Inside a daub and wattle sepulcher — 584 C.E.          “He looks to be a living man, dear Teacher. Shall we unwrap more of him?”          “I don’t know what we should do. Maybe he would like to sip water.  Go, Anatase, and fetch a cup of cold water for him.”          ThereContinue reading “Post #19.6, Wednesday, April 14, 2021”

Post #19.5, Tuesday, April 13, 2021

Historical setting: Inside a daub and wattle sepulcher — 584 C.E.          At this waking I hear the voice of the child.          “I see the wheel is over the opening again. But don’t worry, Teacher, I can roll it back easily. I always roll it off when I come here to practice my flute.”Continue reading “Post #19.5, Tuesday, April 13, 2021”

Post #19.4, Thursday, April 8, 2021

Historical setting: Inside a daub and wattle sepulcher — 584 C.E.          This is my son Ezra; now he is crouching in this small place next to me. I feel his spirit with me. Maybe he is lifting a candle. I feel the warmth of a pale light. He touches my hand with his ownContinue reading “Post #19.4, Thursday, April 8, 2021”

#19.3, Wednesday, April 7, 2021

Historical setting: Inside a daub and wattle sepulcher — 584 C.E.          “Anatase, Anatase, you naughty child! You know you are not to go near that place! We’ve been looking for you everywhere. You have to tell your teacher when you leave the house. She was so worried when you weren’t in your bed.”         Continue reading “#19.3, Wednesday, April 7, 2021”

Post #19.2, Tuesday, April 6, 2021

Historical setting: Inside a cell of wattle and daub. This earth has passed two decades since the crashing of the wheel.          At this waking — darkness. Dear God, are you near? I know nothing of the sun or the season or the year or the place or even what kind of burial this is.Continue reading “Post #19.2, Tuesday, April 6, 2021”

Post #19.1, Thursday, April 1, 2021

Historical setting: A Building site in Bordeaux — 564 C.E.          Now on this new morning August’s father and he are seated on the stone, and Shollo and Kairn are looking into the brightly risen sun to see what is on top of the wall. Maybe they pretend they have never seen a winch onContinue reading “Post #19.1, Thursday, April 1, 2021”

Post #18.14, Wednesday, March 31, 2021

Historical setting: Sixth Century Bordeaux          With sun high this site is finally ready for work.  In the middle of it all is the crane-master who is spewing orders and counting the ropes for the day’s work. He gladly hires me to walk the tread-wheel. But now August is at his heels barking instructions forContinue reading “Post #18.14, Wednesday, March 31, 2021”

Post #18.13, Tuesday, March 30, 2021

Historical setting: Sixth Century Bordeaux          The brothers were right. No one shows up at this worksite at first light except Shollo and Kairn and their father. Today, August is here too. I watch from this place at the crane as the brothers recognize August now in monk’s garb.           Shollo speaks first, “August, orContinue reading “Post #18.13, Tuesday, March 30, 2021”

Post #18.12, Thursday, March 25, 2021

Historical setting: Sixth Century Bordeaux                  It seems the wheel itself is the fine workmanship of a knowledgeable carpenter. Anyone can see that. August witnessed its construction as a child watching and learning amid the building project in the north where their family had been located. Their father and mother and the two younger sons,Continue reading “Post #18.12, Thursday, March 25, 2021”