Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time Brother Timothy’s sister tells me of Saint Brendan here on this Great Skellig. Discussing signs and miracles and we discover a twinkle of humor in the distinction between a saintly miracle and a simple sign of God’s gracious abundance. Apparently, a miracle has furniture. Her humorContinue reading “#82.5 Thursday, July 9, 2026”
Category Archives: Serial Fiction
#82.4 Wednesday, July 8, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time Gardening with the Sister, I can ask my questions about the people who come here. “Why is Brenden a saint and Brother Timothy simply a good man with a dog? Or does it matter?” “Oh, it matters. When the stories that the monks tellContinue reading “#82.4 Wednesday, July 8, 2026”
#82.3 Tuesday, July 7, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time I’m gardening with the sister. Here she sets the weed sprouts aside for the birds, lecturing me on the human numbness to the gracious gifts of Creation. And she takes from the garden only the leaves of the chard, letting the root stay in the soil.Continue reading “#82.3 Tuesday, July 7, 2026”
#82.2 Thursday, July 2, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time This Sister is the actual sister to the little monk she tells me. Her twin is Brother Timothy. She takes the weeding prongs and a garden bag and we follow a well-trodden path that descends then turns steeply. She’s promises to tell me the tales ofContinue reading “#82.2 Thursday, July 2, 2026”
#82.1 Wednesday, July 1, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time The little monk’s sister asks me if I am a merchant or a Viking. “Doesn’t anyone else travel the sea?” “Of course, but you don’t have the glow of a saint, so I assumed you weren’t among the blessed.” “Indeed, I wasn’t glowingContinue reading “#82.1 Wednesday, July 1, 2026”
#81.13 Tuesday, June 30, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time I try to explain. “I didn’t mean to startle you. The little monk who rescued me from the sea sent me here to return the flask and to thank you for the goats milk… every day… thank you — and for the straw and theContinue reading “#81.13 Tuesday, June 30, 2026”
#81.12 Thursday, June 25, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time Trinity hobbles close behind as the little monk arrives on the beaten path with the daily supplies. Every morning someone brings this to our door, or, like this morning, he goes and gets it then he shares the goats’ milk and oats with me and Trinity.Continue reading “#81.12 Thursday, June 25, 2026”
#81.11 Wednesday, June 24, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time The little hermit, no doubt, went out this morning knowing that I might also venture out today. He left the sledge that usually blocks the door laying aside, maybe to welcome me outside, or maybe it is in wait to drag me back up from theContinue reading “#81.11 Wednesday, June 24, 2026”
#81.10 Tuesday, June 23, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time It is a miracle indeed, though it never appears in an instant of shining like a lightning bolt. Healing is more of a memory of how it was, to know that now it is better. Healing is a rare opportunity — a hope that drives aContinue reading “#81.10 Tuesday, June 23, 2026”
#81.9 Thursday, June 18, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time Dear God, thank you for this life gift. Give me strength and resilience to learn to make use of this broken body again. In these few days since I begged for the branch to stay in our midst, with the new freedom of stretching my limbsContinue reading “#81.9 Thursday, June 18, 2026”
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