Historical Setting: A stone hovel in an unknown time We once had a direction to sail. But surely these rocks rising here from the sea are not what we intended. We were following around the southern coastline of the English island, then we planned to go a good distance to the north expecting to oneContinue reading “#80.12 Thursday, May 28, 2026”
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#80.11 Wednesday, May 27, 2026
Historical Setting: A stone hovel in an unknown time On this new day I linger in the straw thinking I’ll move but thinking doesn’t make it so. I’m watching the nearly dawn sky, then a fog through the eyelet of the stones at what is surely the eastern arc of this hovel. My clarity ofContinue reading “#80.11 Wednesday, May 27, 2026”
#80.10 Tuesday, May 26, 2026
Historical Setting: a stone hovel in an unknown time I’m laid out inside a cavern of neatly stacked stone with a large, boney canine guarding my every move while the little monk, who rescued me is away. When the wooly little man comes in the canine hobbles on her three legs into the dark toContinue reading “#80.10 Tuesday, May 26, 2026”
#80.9 Thursday, May 21, 2026
Historical Setting: Yet unknown How long had I been thrashing in the sea – days – nights – years – eons? It is the same moon that comes and goes repeating its phases like old language prayers, void of first meaning but savored in reliable repetition. My shiver was noticed. He looks my way andContinue reading “#80.9 Thursday, May 21, 2026”
#80.8 Wednesday, May 20, 2026
Historical Setting: Rocky tidal waters, another time Dawn casts light though I don’t remember sleeping. I must have been mentioned by the person who glimpsed at the leftovers of me, even with all the shudders and shrieks of his own fears of death, because now someone is looking for me. He comes with a proddingContinue reading “#80.8 Wednesday, May 20, 2026”
#80.7 Tuesday, May 19, 2026
Historical Setting: washing on rocks in an unknown time Dear God, how long must I be of earth? How long must I cling to tattered memories of human sounds? Dull, aching, cold — I know this healing hurt too well. Thank you, God, for the healing and hope and strength for the hurt. The tideContinue reading “#80.7 Tuesday, May 19, 2026”
#80.6 Thursday, May 14, 2026
Historical Setting: At sea, around Anglia, 794 C.E. We are sailing on a northeast wind straight into a storm this night, and neither of us has traveled this way to recognize if this shadow of a distant land is the turning place, or just a dark cloud over this very wide bay. Cloothar finds thisContinue reading “#80.6 Thursday, May 14, 2026”
#80.5 Wednesday, May 13, 2026
Historical Setting: At sea, 794 C.E. Following the shoreline, we seem to have reached either a wide bay or open sea. Cloothar believes it a bay and we will shorten our journey to cut across. I’m on this rower’s seat, the empty chest with Cloothar’s dream to fill it with the trade of the stinkyContinue reading “#80.5 Wednesday, May 13, 2026”
#80.4 Tuesday, May 12, 2026
Historical Setting: At sea, 794 C.E. I’m staying with the boat at the Ludonwec market port while Cloothar explores the city. While waiting here, I’ve discovered he keeps a chest of coins under the heap of black moldy monk’s robes he intends to sell in Iona. But I think he meant to keep me fromContinue reading “#80.4 Tuesday, May 12, 2026”
#80.3 Thursday, May 7, 2026
Historical Setting: sailing at the mouth of a river, 794 C.E. We are following a wide river from its mouth at the sea, upstream to a place Cloothar believes will be an established market in an old Roman city — Ludenwic — it has a name. This river does seem more marked with houses andContinue reading “#80.3 Thursday, May 7, 2026”
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