Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest I ask the thief, “Do you know how to soften a skin for shoes? Its how I made my shoes.” “Why? I can just demand your shoes from you. So what gift did the pagans leave here? Did you already steal their fish?” “ThereContinue reading “Post #29.4, Tues., February, 8, 2022”
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Post #29.3, Thurs., February 3, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest Asking prayers aren’t forbidden by Jesus. But as I think of these things I recall my own asks for food or shelter and often I pray and ask for someone else’s healing. God who speaks in shared love sometimes answers with the coincidence of that thingContinue reading “Post #29.3, Thurs., February 3, 2022”
Post #29.2, Weds., February 2, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest The sticks and brush I find are damp with melting snow, so the fire makes a fine wall of smoke to separate me from seeing the glutton, that very real blob of humanity. He’s expecting that his power to turn pagan myth into material sustenance alsoContinue reading “Post #29.2, Weds., February 2, 2022”
Post #29.1, Tuesday, February 1, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest I expected to spend a glittering white winter’s day in solitude fasting; but I was robbed of fasting by the find of fishes. Then, I was robbed of fishes by the thief who took my solitude. He says he makes his way by stealing fromContinue reading “Post #29.1, Tuesday, February 1, 2022”
Post #28.12, Thurs., January 27, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest My plan is to let the tribe of hunters move on ahead by a day and night, then I will follow them to find the Celtic Christians and their leader Columbanus. But apparently, this wood is teeming with notions of fairies and right here in frontContinue reading “Post #28.12, Thurs., January 27, 2022”
Post #28.11, Weds., January 26, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest Here in this silence of a winter wood newly snowed-in with even the waterfall stilled in ice I find a beautiful solitude. Every breath is visible. Every prayer – every thought – every little wonder – every little footprint of bird or mouse – everything importantContinue reading “Post #28.11, Weds., January 26, 2022”
Post #28.10, Tues. January 25, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest Snow fell silently all night and now it heaps across the entrance to this cave so morning light is just a dim glow through the snow. Guldilyn is calling, “Ezra.” I hear people right outside this cave looking for me. They aren’t even aware this caveContinue reading “Post #28.10, Tues. January 25, 2022”
Post #28.9, Thurs., January 20, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest Now I understand. I’m not really here to help with the hunt while these two men guide me on a comfortably furnished journey to find the Christians in the wilderness. The only thing that concerns them is the continuation of their own tribe. Guldilyn mentioned theContinue reading “Post #28.9, Thurs., January 20, 2022”
Post #28.8, Weds., January 19, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest It turns out when the boulders are rolled from the two caves this tribe’s stash of skins and weapons is revealed. Here is an abundance of deerskins and fleeces. I already have the fleece that was given me by Druid Largin, but it’s obvious I haveContinue reading “Post #28.8, Weds., January 19, 2022”
Post #28.7, Tues. January 18, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. when Brittany was forest It was a long night and day and night again of celebrating this vague hope that generations may come and this tribe by the Loire may go on. On this new morning I am following the pagan tribe of hunters, though I’ve set my ownContinue reading “Post #28.7, Tues. January 18, 2022”
Lazarus Ink 