Historical Setting, 629 C.E. The thatched house behind Annegray We’ve learned that Hannah didn’t just leave without telling anyone. She just didn’t tell her parents. “Should we go on to the inn on the river and find them?” I suggest. “They’ll be home in their own good time,” answers anyone who givesContinue reading “#58.13, Tuesday, July 30, 2024”
Category Archives: Historical Fiction
#58.12, Thursday, July 25, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. The thatched house behind Annegray This is the prayer of our priest intended for blessing this meal. “Holy One, invisible but present, notice in our hearts the love that bonds family, while we also become aware of our ever-new places within these generations. Bless this food, shared, that itContinue reading “#58.12, Thursday, July 25, 2024”
#58.11, Wednesday, July 24, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. The thatched house behind Annegray Brandell and Gaia aren’t staying at the monastery. With horses, they can easily go back and forth from their little house to this place where Brandell paints. And with these borrowed horses we can ride back to their house with them now as Brandell finishesContinue reading “#58.11, Wednesday, July 24, 2024”
#58.10, Tuesday, July 23, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. The monastery, Luxeuil As we walk back through the halls Ana tells Brandell even unfinished his artwork has touched her. But why was she there? – that’s what worries him. “Why are you using the healing pools, Momma?” “It’s just a little worry, and a little worry shouldContinue reading “#58.10, Tuesday, July 23, 2024”
#58.9, Thursday, July 18, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. The monastery, Luxeuil My sons and I follow the procession of monks chanting the hours of late afternoon. Psalm 62:5-7, (here chanted again, fresh with our own prayers). For God alone my soul waits in silence, for my hope is in God. God alone is my rockContinue reading “#58.9, Thursday, July 18, 2024”
#58.8, Wednesday, July 17, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. The monastery, Luxeuil Ana finds us in the garden. She gives Brother Gabe her mother’s hug. He receives it as the strength he was praying for. Her telling us of her visit with the nuns is washed in tears. She said they’ve seen this thing before and it mightContinue reading “#58.8, Wednesday, July 17, 2024”
#58.7, Tuesday, July 16, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. The monastery, Luxeuil Here in the garden at the monastery where Gabe is a brother, I told him of Ana’s health worry hoping our prayers together could give strength and peace for all of us. And here is Gabe, well-practiced in the psalms and prayers and heartfelt concerns for anyContinue reading “#58.7, Tuesday, July 16, 2024”
#58.6, Thursday, July 10, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. Serf’s farms at Metz Will and I work most of the afternoon securing deerskins to the roof beams, “just for now,” he says. Actually, putting my thatching pride aside for a moment, I can see he’s right in the short term. Hides on the roof framework would be more usefulContinue reading “#58.6, Thursday, July 10, 2024”
#58.5, Wednesday, July 9, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. Serf’s farms at Metz Will and I walk back to his hut even through the last of the rain. The tragedy he feared isn’t that the oats bend over. Here, the deluge has poured through the roof of the little house of reeds, and washed away the mudbrick sides andContinue reading “#58.5, Wednesday, July 9, 2024”
#58.4, Tuesday, July 8, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. Serf’s farms at Metz “Will, your oats have full heads already! Your field is thriving!” “I’ve learned the secret of growing things.” He is bursting to tell me. “Really? There is a secret? I thought it was just lots of work and care.” “You see it there,Continue reading “#58.4, Tuesday, July 8, 2024”
Lazarus Ink 