Historical setting: 589 C.E. In the Vosges Mountains When I wake from this faint Brother Crathius, it seems, has never ceased his chatter and all the while he’s bandaged my wound and set me in a position that allows me to catch my breath. As they are starting the fire he tells theContinue reading “Post #30.2, Wednesday, March 2, 2022”
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Post #30.1, Tuesday, March 1, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. In the Vosges Mountains Winter night won’t linger as dusk very long. The hunters are anxious to return to their base camp by dark so they leave at the first sight of the monks. I think the two Christians plan to stay with me here for the night thenContinue reading “Post #30.1, Tuesday, March 1, 2022”
Post #29.12, Thurs., February 24, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest “Auldouff? This is no deer. Couldn’t you see it was Ezra?” “What? You mean, this isn’t a deer?” Auldouff is still holding the bloody arrow he just withdrew. “No you idiot, it’s Ezra. How is it that you pulled the arrow, without even noticingContinue reading “Post #29.12, Thurs., February 24, 2022”
Post #29.11, Weds., February, 24, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest Today, we set out again for the hunt. And again, all I really want is to find that group of Christians they say are in these hills. On our first venture into the mountains I did see a cairn marking a trail for pilgrims, but IContinue reading “Post #29.11, Weds., February, 24, 2022”
Post #29.10, Tues., February 22, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest We leave the camp for the steeper walk into the hills ahead with a buckskin we use for shelter slung over my back because Auldouff thinks the deer won’t fear us if they don’t see our clothing. Since my tunic and cowl are of brighter colorsContinue reading “Post #29.10, Tues., February 22, 2022”
Post #29.9, Thurs., February 17, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest Today we’re hunting partridge for food and feathers. Heinrique studies the mud patches where the meadow wears thin and he studies the earth along the barren mud banks of the creek looking for partridge tracks. Auldouff plunders through the brush hoping to stir them from shelteringContinue reading “Post #29.9, Thurs., February 17, 2022”
Post #29.8, Weds, February 16, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest I lay my fleece under the thatch roof of the hunters, Auldouff and Heinrique, while the thief, who is now known to these people by a name is welcomed into the shelters of the women of this tribe. And the white berries of the mistletoe ritualContinue reading “Post #29.8, Weds, February 16, 2022”
Post #29.7, Tuesday, February 15, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest The village is just ahead. It’s a nestling of thatched round houses common among Celtic people. I’ve seen these also on the Island where Bishop Patrick set his Christian communities. There is a wide swath of these people it seems. Here I am looking forContinue reading “Post #29.7, Tuesday, February 15, 2022”
Post #29.6, Thurs., February 10, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest As I hang my bow with the others the first breeze of early spring turns the winter drear to mist; so now behind us in the eastern sky is the great bow across the heavens. First it seems a vision, with pale, surreal shades of tenderContinue reading “Post #29.6, Thurs., February 10, 2022”
Post #29.5, Weds, February 9, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest It’s a long slog in the cold rain. The thief complains incessantly about his load only reminding me he is indeed a thief with a sour attitude. If I choose to help him drag this excess he will rob me while I’m doing his work. Continue reading “Post #29.5, Weds, February 9, 2022”
Lazarus Ink 