Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time Dear God, thank you for this life gift. Give me strength and resilience to learn to make use of this broken body again. In these few days since I begged for the branch to stay in our midst, with the new freedom of stretching my limbsContinue reading “#81.9 Thursday, June 18, 2026”
Category Archives: Historical Fiction
#81.8 Wednesday, June 17, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time The little monk surely notices my strength is returning. He sits by me, and with a serious face points to the hole in the middle of the dome that gives light and today, the place of release for the bird back into the sky. Then heContinue reading “#81.8 Wednesday, June 17, 2026”
#81.7 Tuesday, June 16, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time I know something of healing. It doesn’t always appear with the fanfare of instant restored flight. Sometimes it is only discovered in the remembrance of the hurt, then it is simply taking notice of the painlessness of the healing scar. A new freedom from the painContinue reading “#81.7 Tuesday, June 16, 2026”
#81.6 Thursday, June 11, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time The shag spreads fine healed wings out in the sunlight on the higher perch of the rim into morning mist-rising; the huge bird’s pulsing red veins show translucent through the pitch of its feathers in this great wingspan that covers the sky hole. Just now, everythingContinue reading “#81.6 Thursday, June 11, 2026”
#81.5 Wednesday, June 10, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time Thunder frightens Trinity. As night comes so does the distant rumbling and flashes of light in the dark circle of sky. The little monk sleeps but I’m awake and very still as the canine would have me be. In the storm, she’s paces nervously. The shagContinue reading “#81.5 Wednesday, June 10, 2026”
#81.4 Tuesday, June 9, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time And here we are, his little collection of life’s leftovers together only because we are each needy of healing. Trinity can take herself outside and return again. She and the hermit have their own sign language together so she can be obedient to him. She alwaysContinue reading “#81.4 Tuesday, June 9, 2026”
#81.3 Thursday, June 4, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time This darkness has a cruel waking. The dream left me floundering in the hot dark sea, and Cloothar is calling me to save him, but I can’t move. He is sinking down, and I can’t reach him. I just let him go. Deep, dark, lost… TheContinue reading “#81.3 Thursday, June 4, 2026”
#81.2 Wednesday, June 3, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time It is afternoon when others come to drag the chipped tombstone away, probably to a service for the burial of the dead. The hermit and the three of us broken beings wait quietly inside while people are talking outside this cell. First, crunching footsteps, now aContinue reading “#81.2 Wednesday, June 3, 2026”
#81.1 Tuesday, June 2, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time Inside a stacked stone cell, its eye’s pupil opens at the top to the morning sky’s brightness. Here is also the doorway opened allowing in some light and sound from the outside while the little monk is just outside chipping on a stone. I ache withContinue reading “#81.1 Tuesday, June 2, 2026”
#80.12 Thursday, May 28, 2026
Historical Setting: A stone hovel in an unknown time We once had a direction to sail. But surely these rocks rising here from the sea are not what we intended. We were following around the southern coastline of the English island, then we planned to go a good distance to the north expecting to oneContinue reading “#80.12 Thursday, May 28, 2026”
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