Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Moorings at Bergenshalvoyen We are up the coast briskly, by the sail alone. At Bergenshalvoyen we take up the oars and follow the river along the peninsula to the rocky beach section of the harbor. My personal things, deerskins, and now my new shirt are folded next to the footContinue reading “#67.12, Thursday April 24, 2025”
Category Archives: Historical Fiction
#67.10, Tuesday, April 22, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Skåne I have to say, having seen the politics of the Frankish bishops manipulating the church, in my life and life again, this worm of greed has also been working to devour the religion from the inside. Maybe Emil’s observation of Christianity is well founded. I’ve been away for a veryContinue reading “#67.10, Tuesday, April 22, 2025”
#67.9, Thursday April 17, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Skåne My rowing mate shows me his collection of chism and he’s telling me a perception of Christianity I’ve been critical of from time to time, but in my own constant devotion to the simple Jesus love, I’ve never considered the collection of wealth as the very nature of Christianity.Continue reading “#67.9, Thursday April 17, 2025”
#67.8, Wednesday, April 16, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Skåne Emil shared with me his notions of Christian baptism. As he explains it, Christians have a strange and lovely greeting for their Norsemen visitors. It seems Christians have three gods and the churches are castles of great wealth. “When you arrive at the Christian castle they anoint you with oil,Continue reading “#67.8, Wednesday, April 16, 2025”
#67.6, Thursday April 10, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Skåne In a Christian world, when Christianity ruled people with authority even over imagination, any ship that could speed against the wind seeming to move faster than the rowers could dip and pull would be called a holy miracle. But in this new time and place, I call “future,” theseContinue reading “#67.6, Thursday April 10, 2025”
#67.5, Wednesday, April 9, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Skåne I am a man with no wealth no trunk or coin, or even a shirt to keep in the trunk that I don’t have. I make myself a rower’s seat — something like a milking stool — a driftwood plank propped with a single vertical cut of a log. Continue reading “#67.5, Wednesday, April 9, 2025”
#67.4, Tuesday, April 8, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Skåne Some of these ships are prepared for a journey. I imagine, with the calm winds and the complexities of navigating these inlets more men will surely be needed at the oars. My language doesn’t seem an impediment here. This harbor chatters in a cacophony of languages and I knowContinue reading “#67.4, Tuesday, April 8, 2025”
#67.3, Thursday April 3, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Skåne The dark emptiness of grief — She shouts her enticements to my back as I am walking away, inland, maybe, following this river back to its source. She raises her voice, “You’re right. We don’t have any rune for this, and even laying one rune on anotherContinue reading “#67.3, Thursday April 3, 2025”
#67.2, Wednesday, April 2, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Skåne I just asked to learn how writing is done so I could know more about this new time and place where I am. And the seiðr brought me on this journey to see markings on stones of stories of mythical gods and pagan heroes. Now I know that writing hereContinue reading “#67.2, Wednesday, April 2, 2025”
#67.1, Tuesday, April 1, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Skåne Sjókona is no longer known to me simply by her purpose, seiðr, she is a human being with a name, though not a name given her by loving parents as a birth gift. At least it isn’t a statement of utility; it is a name. But it is a nameContinue reading “#67.1, Tuesday, April 1, 2025”
Lazarus Ink 