Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Mooring at The North Sea The instructions are repeated, “Always, quick and quiet, invisible under the shroud of dark,” The orders devolve into our instructor’s own longing for the journey, “As silently as an evening lap of sea water tongues the tender thigh of shore, your oars will caress theContinue reading “#68.12, Wednesday, May 28, 2025”
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#68.11, Tuesday, May 27, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Mooring at The North Sea We are given the slave orders for the journey. But really the only thing slaves need to know is obedience. “Slaves are assigned two to a longship, one with the bow rowers, and the other at the stern taking orders from the coxswain.” TheContinue reading “#68.11, Tuesday, May 27, 2025”
#68.10, Thursday, May 22, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. The North Sea Gunnar didn’t call me “thrall,” he called me “red shirt.” I am slave to a particular master who identifies his own with the red shirt. My shirt is hardly a brilliant shade of red even though I’m new, because the shirt, like an owned man, is theContinue reading “#68.10, Thursday, May 22, 2025”
#68.9, Wednesday, May 21, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Mooring at The North Sea It’s a sleepless night for every man under the worn, waxed sails and sheltered beneath these boats we’ve hauled up on the beach to keep them from the storm. The booms and crashes, cracks of thunder, flashing skies — it is hard to know ifContinue reading “#68.9, Wednesday, May 21, 2025”
#68.8, Tuesday, May 20, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Mooring at The North Sea [Art note: painted by this blogger copying a photo by Carol Ann Munro taken on an early morning on the SW side of Lake Michigan] Is the source of heaven only in the human imagination? Is it a pondering we all share as humankind of aContinue reading “#68.8, Tuesday, May 20, 2025”
#68.7, Thursday, May 15, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Mooring at The North Sea We are gathering ships and men for a journey at sea. It seems to require lots of preparation and lots of waiting. I ask Gunnar what he knows of this. “We’ve all seen it and felt it. The gods are restless and the timeContinue reading “#68.7, Thursday, May 15, 2025”
#68.6, Wednesday, May 14, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Mooring at Bergenshalvoyen Gunnar, one of the sailors on the boat that stopped for Sjókona, is telling me what has become of her. We are both assuming Sjókona’s demand for a “god” could be met by any man. I was hoping her idea of a Christian god was not aContinue reading “#68.6, Wednesday, May 14, 2025”
#68.5, Tuesday, May 13, 2025
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”
#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”
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