Historical Setting: Monkwearmouth, 794 C.E. The young girl, along with Cloothar and I, have found shelter from the cold wind in a stable shed at the harbor on the sea gate of the Tyne. Cloothar has tailored a dress for the girl — the dress I traded for my cloak. And now he is inContinue reading “#76.10 Thursday, January 22, 2026”
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#76.9 Wednesday, January 21, 2026
Historical Setting: Monkwearmouth, 794 C.E. The young woman wrapped in my cloak, follows me along the river bank toward the sea to the mooring harbor where I’ve noticed Cloothar’s merchant’s boat is moored. “Friend Cloothar!” He is in his boat, folding and sorting his wares, preparing to travel up river at high tide. HeContinue reading “#76.9 Wednesday, January 21, 2026”
#76.8 Tuesday, January 20, 2026
Historical Setting: Monkwearmouth, 794 C.E. The young woman who was rescued from intentional drowning on Christmas, then chained in the tower as demon possessed, then escaped, and found by me on this river bank contemplating grief, is talking with me about perspective. The tiny specs of human existence on the opposite bank of the DonContinue reading “#76.8 Tuesday, January 20, 2026”
#76.7 Thursday, January 15, 2026
Historical Setting: Monkwearmouth, 794 C.E. The relentless intensity of grief that owns this mother’s spirit allows a breath for my mundane questions about the circumstances of her life. I am trying to understand her options. She says, “Everything is made of words. In a castle even the words are rich. For the castleContinue reading “#76.7 Thursday, January 15, 2026”
#76.6 Wednesday, January 14, 2026
Historical Setting: Monkwearmouth, 794 C.E. What to do with this grieving mother is the issue. I could take her back to the nuns if they could listen without judging. Maybe they would receive her with pity, unless their own fear of a writhing demon overrules their holy compassion. Obligations to care for strangers are alwaysContinue reading “#76.6 Wednesday, January 14, 2026”
#76.5 Tuesday, January 13, 2026
Historical Setting: Monkwearmouth, 794 C.E. The Christmas story leaves Rachel grieving for her child. There are lots of bits of the Christmas story. When the nuns read the whole of it from the gospel of Matthew, told and told again by the followers of Jesus escaping Romans in Judah it calls for pondering, not justContinue reading “#76.5 Tuesday, January 13, 2026”
#76.4 Thursday, January 8, 2026
Historical Setting: Monkwearmouth, 794 C.E. The grieving girl tells her story. “The Christmas bells rang just then, same as when he was born that night when them nuns called me “Mary.” That baby were then, warm and wide-eyed, wiggling and wriggling alive; such a sweet babe he were. But then, the bells ring andContinue reading “#76.4 Thursday, January 8, 2026”
#76.3 Wednesday, January 7, 2026
Historical Setting: Monkwearmouth, 794 C.E. The young woman slipped out of the chains and she could have leapt from the tower to her certain death, but apparently, she chose to run toward the river. I’m following the tracks in the snow. The rising sun flushes the sky behind me in the fresh light of aContinue reading “#76.3 Wednesday, January 7, 2026”
#76.2 Tuesday, January 6, 2026
Historical Setting: Monkwearmouth, 794 C.E. I follow the Reverend Mother to the tower entryway. The arch is just the right height for the Reverend Mother to pass through, but I have to bend down. There is hardly enough light to see the steps immediately before us. This wooden structure of stairs and precarious landings creaksContinue reading “#76.2 Tuesday, January 6, 2026”
#76.1 Thursday, January 1, 2026
Historical Setting: Monkwearmouth, 794 C.E. Is this a magical time of year because of the particular songs and stories? I don’t think the season that Christians call the Christ Mass is sacred simply by edict or calendar. Now is when the sun begins a new light overtaking old darkness. There is no papal edict toContinue reading “#76.1 Thursday, January 1, 2026”
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