Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Mooring at Bergenshalvoyen “Mothers grieve for their lost daughters. And this deceased mother of many warriors grieved for one daughter, Sjókona, once set out for exposure. She couldn’t rest in death until she visited the wretched place one more time hoping to reunite with the daughter.” Gunnar is telling meContinue reading “#68.5, Tuesday, May 13, 2025”
Category Archives: Historical Fiction
#68.4, Thursday, May 8, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Mooring at Bergenshalvoyen I’ve found Gunnar, one of the sailors who brought us over, the one I had told that Sjókona was alone in the house with no door. I had heard a storyteller’s version spinning up a yarn of strange details and now I am hearing the story from GunnarContinue reading “#68.4, Thursday, May 8, 2025”
#68.3, Wednesday, May 7, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Mooring at Bergenshalvoyen I’ve found the fellow, Gunnar, from the longship that brought Sjókona and I to this land and he’s the one I told of her circumstance alone and waiting at the ruin of the house where it was known that sorrowing thralls put their infant girls out forContinue reading “#68.3, Wednesday, May 7, 2025”
#68.2, Tuesday, May 6, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Mooring at Bergenshalvoyen As the story continued this account of sailors meeting Sjókona sent the Norsemen chanting and cheering, though for me, it was painful. The story was finished and now there are only the murmers of a drunken party. I asked the storyteller, so what of Sjókona? “WasContinue reading “#68.2, Tuesday, May 6, 2025”
#68.1, Thursday, May 1, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Mooring at Bergenshalvoyen Grief left me longing for familiar touch and fragrances of once love– the precious belonging. All the years I shared with Ana leave me grieving in a way that isn’t resolved simply by replacing the closeness of loved ones with new people. The hardest thing to accept areContinue reading “#68.1, Thursday, May 1, 2025”
#67.14, Wednesday, April 30, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Moorings at Bergenshalvoyen The tale the storyteller offers tickles the sailors’ imaginations in one way. But for me, I think of her tender touch on my tired shoulders that day that set me grieving and leaving her there. Now I hurt for her all the more. The one who is tellingContinue reading “#67.14, Wednesday, April 30, 2025”
#67.13, Tuesday, April 29, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Moorings at Bergenshalvoyen Content warning – for sexual implications as told in a campfire story. Be careful what you ask for. Asking prayers bring the likelihood that God will turn the petition back on one’s own conscience. So, when asking for God to watch over the sick or the lonelyContinue reading “#67.13, Tuesday, April 29, 2025”
#67.12, Thursday April 24, 2025
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”
#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”
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