OCTOBER RECAP – Chapter 1, “Scars.” launched this continuing story. To recap, in 561 C.E. (or as one reader reminded they would surely have called it “A.D.”) nineteen years after plague devastated his family, Lazarus returns to find his adult daughter Eve living as a recluse “hag” (calling herself Enola) providing herbs and medicalContinue reading “October Recap”
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(10-31-19 post 1.9) October Chapter – “Scars” Set in 561 C.E. Gaul
Surely it is hard for my son to understand my strange circumstances of healing even though it would seem a good thing to find one another again after we each expected the other’s death. But of course, it isn’t as sweet and simple as it would seem. All of us living people seem toContinue reading “(10-31-19 post 1.9) October Chapter – “Scars” Set in 561 C.E. Gaul”
(10-30-19 post 1.8) October Chapter – “Scars” Set in 561 C.E. Gaul
I have to tell him now. “I am no mystical apparition from Eve’s spiritual wonderment. I’m simply a living person.” He is not asking. He is telling me. “She calls herself Enola now — always Alone. It’s not fitting that she told you she was ‘Eve.’ That was the name our papaContinue reading “(10-30-19 post 1.8) October Chapter – “Scars” Set in 561 C.E. Gaul”
(10-29-19 post 1.7) October Chapter – “Scars” Set in 561 C.E. Gaul
“Before the silence kept for those grieving you asked who sent me, and you asked my name. Your sister sent me and I am called Ezra.” I told him I am Ezra because I still need to keep my secret a bit longer. “Ezra? I am Ezra also! And you say my sister sentContinue reading “(10-29-19 post 1.7) October Chapter – “Scars” Set in 561 C.E. Gaul”
(10-24-19 post 1.6) 561 C.E. Gaul – October Chapter – “Scars”
I can’t let him go on alone to gather the dead. His leg is withered as one weakened by plague. It would be hard work even for a strong man to dig the graves and to bring the bodies of the dead to the hill for the burials. I demand to help. The flatContinue reading “(10-24-19 post 1.6) 561 C.E. Gaul – October Chapter – “Scars””
(10-23-19 post 1.5) 561 C.E. Gaul – October Chapter – “Scars”
I asked if help came. I want to hear his answer. “A monk came down alone and plucked me and my sister out of the deathbed of our brothers and baby sister. He said he was with my father when his spirit too, was tugged and towed away by the angels. I know heContinue reading “(10-23-19 post 1.5) 561 C.E. Gaul – October Chapter – “Scars””
(10-22-19 post 1.4) 561 C.E. Gaul – October Chapter – “Scars”
It takes a heavy foot on the spade to pierce this rock and dry clay. A good rain before the frost would do us well. But no sweet smell of change – the winter is already breathing down on us from the north. “How come they sent you up here, my man? I thoughtContinue reading “(10-22-19 post 1.4) 561 C.E. Gaul – October Chapter – “Scars””
(10-17-19 Post 1.3)
561 C.E. Gaul — October Chapter — “Scars” “My brother has already gone to them to dig the graves. You will find him there on the hill with the donkey cart.” I follow the road to the village of Saumur with the bag of remedies and a particular whisper goading my imagination. WhyContinue reading “(10-17-19 Post 1.3)”
561 C.E. Gaul. October Chapter “Scars” (10-16-19 post 1.2)
[Note: The quotation used in this artwork is from Storl, W.D. (2017) The Untold History of Healing: Plant lore and medicinal magic from the stone age to present. Berkley: North Atlantic Books.] It’s the full morning light when I wake and my mission to take remedies to the sick in Saumur is no less urgent.Continue reading “561 C.E. Gaul. October Chapter “Scars” (10-16-19 post 1.2)”
Devotional Stories told as Historical Fiction
561 C.E. Gaul — October Chapter — “Scars” (10-15-19 post 1.1) “…because it was not the season for figs…” The nib is dry; the ink is spent. The sharp edges of afternoon shadows steal the light. There is longer darkness reaching into each day and now in dimming light the abbot brings news fromContinue reading “Devotional Stories told as Historical Fiction”
Lazarus Ink 