Historical setting: 563 CE, at the family cemetery of the old villa “Brother Lazarus, her name was not Susannah; her name was Minerva.” The familiar sound of Nic’s voice plundered my moment of reverence as I knelt at the grave to place the flowers I had gathered. What does he know of myContinue reading “Post #13.1, Thursday, October 1, 2020”
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Post #12.14, Wednesday, September 30, ’20
Historical setting: 563 C.E. remembering the villa I learned from the bishop what had become of the villa under the Goths. Besides the actual gold and jewels and riches of the Suebi family, the Goths took, as their war booty, the cult members who were still living. They sanctified the asceticism and declared aContinue reading “Post #12.14, Wednesday, September 30, ’20”
Post #12.13, Tuesday, September 29, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E., the Inn at Bragda Back at the inn now, and it’s the disappointment I’d feared. The Rose is not in the stall. Nic’s things are already gone from the loft. The innkeeper says he paid ahead for me and my horse for this night and he will pay more ifContinue reading “Post #12.13, Tuesday, September 29, 2020”
Post #12.12, Thursday, September 24, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E., Bragda After I met with the bishop, after my mind was clear of wishes, and my memories were of grief, now I find Nic is not where I expected to find him: just outside, practicing his horsemanship. He is nowhere to be seen. He left an apple for my horse. WhatContinue reading “Post #12.12, Thursday, September 24, 2020”
Post #12.11, Wednesday, September 23 ’20
Historical setting: 563 C.E., Bragda Here in these Holy halls where even bishops tip-toe on marble floors to soften the echoes, I have found a quiet place to take a moment to mesh the stories the bishop told with the fragments of memory and now I seem to know too well the things IContinue reading “Post #12.11, Wednesday, September 23 ’20”
Post #12.10, Tuesday, September 22, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E., remembering a villa in 462 Remembering 462 C.E., A very earthly enemy invasion was coming down on us from the eastern coast of Hispania. The first arrow arced through the vines of portico into the midst of our meeting. The next seemed to take an eternity to arrive, though it wasContinue reading “Post #12.10, Tuesday, September 22, 2020”
Post #12.9, Thursday, September 17, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E., remembering villa near Zaragosa in 462 Here is a quiet place to collect my thoughts as I now have the one thing I was seeking – my clarity of mind. The bishop laid out details of a time in the missing century. And now my own remembrances have become horrifically clear.Continue reading “Post #12.9, Thursday, September 17, 2020”
Post #12.8, Wednesday, September 16, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E. Bragda I meet with the bishop alone, because Nic doesn’t want to hear about my unusual circumstance of having lived in other times. And now he has seen my transcription of The Gospel of John and now he knows it’s true. Nic can’t dismiss my personal weirdness with the possibilityContinue reading “Post #12.8, Wednesday, September 16, 2020”
Post #12.7, Tuesday, September 15, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E. Bragda There is a sense of apprehension in Nic as I have asked the Bragda librarian to turn to a particular passage in this one hundred year old copy of the Gospel of John. My own sense of its source was confirmed when I first saw it, but Nic isContinue reading “Post #12.7, Tuesday, September 15, 2020”
Post #12.6, Thursday, September 10, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E. Bragda Nic sees no need to question my remembrances any further. He is sure I am recalling the Council of Bragda in 561. But I fear my glimpses of remembering may be reaching back one hundred years. I will know if there is any truth to this concern when I seeContinue reading “Post #12.6, Thursday, September 10, 2020”
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