Historical Setting, 629 C.E. Vosges Mts. With all of the guests gathered around watching through the windows and opened door of the little thatched house gift, everyone was anticipating Gaia’s response when she discovers this is actually a house that Brandell and his whole family have made for them. This is her house. Continue reading “#57.11, Wednesday, June 26, 2024”
Category Archives: Serial Fiction
#57.10, Tuesday, June 25, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. Vosges Mts. Wedding traditions forever use all sorts of imaginable metaphors to plot that moment when the newly married are surprised by something very sweet that feels so wonderfully good when fully revealed — opening gifts — being flung in the air by well-wishers — doused in wine — smearedContinue reading “#57.10, Tuesday, June 25, 2024”
#57.9, Thursday, June 20, ’24
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. Vosges Mts. Ana and I are all watching Gaia make her way following the string she left for herself, meeting the guests as she goes, soon to reach the surprise our family has tied into her guide line. Hannah had been guarding the secret, and now Gaia wants to introduceContinue reading “#57.9, Thursday, June 20, ’24”
#57.9, Thursday, June 20, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. Vosges Mts. Ana and I are all watching Gaia make her way following the string she left for herself, meeting the guests as she goes, soon to reach the surprise our family has tied into her guide line. Hannah had been guarding the secret, and now Gaia wants to introduceContinue reading “#57.9, Thursday, June 20, 2024”
#57.7, Tuesday, June 18, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. Vosges Mts. The feasting begins. Wine is raised to toast bride and groom. “Here, here” we all are together, beloved people, celebrating every name for love under the canopy of sky and forest. It’s a gluttonous feast, barbaric and loud. The bridal couple and musicians eat first. So, itContinue reading “#57.7, Tuesday, June 18, 2024”
#57.6, Thursday, June 13, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. Vosges Mts. It is the poet’s wedding when God is Word, and Word is unspoken breath. It is the deaf priest who hears of the love by watching the lips – I – Open in anticipation Love – tongue to teeth, then open, then touch of theContinue reading “#57.6, Thursday, June 13, 2024”
#57.5, Wednesday, June 12, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. Vosges Mts. There is no room for all these people to crowd inside the little church. It is a little heap of old Roman rocks once stacked with arched openings down the sides. The walls are opened with gapping window spaces that let in wind and snow all winter andContinue reading “#57.5, Wednesday, June 12, 2024”
#57.4, Tuesday, June 11, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. Vosges Mts. Will and his family arrived leading the peasants walking up from the creek. He goes immediately to the long board sparse for feasting — if it had only been our lambs. But some peasants came with venison and Luxeuil sent a boar in the donkey cart. I wouldContinue reading “#57.4, Tuesday, June 11, 2024”
#57.3, Thursday, June 6, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. Vosges Mts. We are leaving the Creek cottage with the bride whom I have just lifted onto her horse, with me, taking the lead line. We will join in this procession of guests all walking today with more order and purpose than I imagined was humanly possible. Maybe God alwaysContinue reading “#57.3, Thursday, June 6, 2024”
#57.2, Wednesday, June 5, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. On the way to the Secular Church We are putting the wedding together today for Brandell and Gaia. Gaia, a blind woman with amazing vision, has only been in this strange land a short time and already the people she has invited number, maybe a hundred and more, if countingContinue reading “#57.2, Wednesday, June 5, 2024”
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