Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest We leave the camp for the steeper walk into the hills ahead with a buckskin we use for shelter slung over my back because Auldouff thinks the deer won’t fear us if they don’t see our clothing. Since my tunic and cowl are of brighter colorsContinue reading “Post #29.10, Tues., February 22, 2022”
Category Archives: Historical Fiction
Post #29.9, Thurs., February 17, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest Today we’re hunting partridge for food and feathers. Heinrique studies the mud patches where the meadow wears thin and he studies the earth along the barren mud banks of the creek looking for partridge tracks. Auldouff plunders through the brush hoping to stir them from shelteringContinue reading “Post #29.9, Thurs., February 17, 2022”
Post #29.8, Weds, February 16, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest I lay my fleece under the thatch roof of the hunters, Auldouff and Heinrique, while the thief, who is now known to these people by a name is welcomed into the shelters of the women of this tribe. And the white berries of the mistletoe ritualContinue reading “Post #29.8, Weds, February 16, 2022”
Post #29.7, Tuesday, February 15, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest The village is just ahead. It’s a nestling of thatched round houses common among Celtic people. I’ve seen these also on the Island where Bishop Patrick set his Christian communities. There is a wide swath of these people it seems. Here I am looking forContinue reading “Post #29.7, Tuesday, February 15, 2022”
Post #29.6, Thurs., February 10, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest As I hang my bow with the others the first breeze of early spring turns the winter drear to mist; so now behind us in the eastern sky is the great bow across the heavens. First it seems a vision, with pale, surreal shades of tenderContinue reading “Post #29.6, Thurs., February 10, 2022”
Post #29.5, Weds, February 9, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest It’s a long slog in the cold rain. The thief complains incessantly about his load only reminding me he is indeed a thief with a sour attitude. If I choose to help him drag this excess he will rob me while I’m doing his work. Continue reading “Post #29.5, Weds, February 9, 2022”
Post #29.4, Tues., February, 8, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest I ask the thief, “Do you know how to soften a skin for shoes? Its how I made my shoes.” “Why? I can just demand your shoes from you. So what gift did the pagans leave here? Did you already steal their fish?” “ThereContinue reading “Post #29.4, Tues., February, 8, 2022”
Post #29.3, Thurs., February 3, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest Asking prayers aren’t forbidden by Jesus. But as I think of these things I recall my own asks for food or shelter and often I pray and ask for someone else’s healing. God who speaks in shared love sometimes answers with the coincidence of that thingContinue reading “Post #29.3, Thurs., February 3, 2022”
Post #29.2, Weds., February 2, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest The sticks and brush I find are damp with melting snow, so the fire makes a fine wall of smoke to separate me from seeing the glutton, that very real blob of humanity. He’s expecting that his power to turn pagan myth into material sustenance alsoContinue reading “Post #29.2, Weds., February 2, 2022”
Post #29.1, Tuesday, February 1, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest I expected to spend a glittering white winter’s day in solitude fasting; but I was robbed of fasting by the find of fishes. Then, I was robbed of fishes by the thief who took my solitude. He says he makes his way by stealing fromContinue reading “Post #29.1, Tuesday, February 1, 2022”
Lazarus Ink 