Historical setting: 602 C.E. Luxeuil Our packs are weightier than they were for the pilgrimage. My boys set a fast pace walking as they imagine they will soon be horsemen. They still muddle in the fantasies of children, sharing the chatter of dreams between them. I seem no longer included in their world. Today weContinue reading “43.10, Tues., April 25, 2023”
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“How Still Waters Run”
Dear Followers of Lazarus-Ink.blog The story that is unfolding now through the end of July continues in the blog as always, narrated in first person by the character/literary device, Lazarus. Also, for this part of the story, I chose to write the same story again, but in a different voice — that of ten-year-old Simon.Continue reading ““How Still Waters Run””
43.9, Thurs., April 20, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. Home in the Vosges Mts. This morning the pilgrims are going out from Luxovium in all directions returning to their homes. When we stand here on the brink of our hill we see people walking along the creek path below where the path will meet the River Moselle. Ana released aContinue reading “43.9, Thurs., April 20, 2023”
43.8, Weds., April 19, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. Home in the Vosges Mts. “So you felt tricked.” Ana has more clarity of thought than I. We both know our children well. “Laz, Greg and Gabe are literate, brilliant in fact, and we both know the burden the world will place on them all too soon, demanding their many gifts.Continue reading “43.8, Weds., April 19, 2023”
43.7, Tues., April 18, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. Home in the Vosges Mts. The children are sleeping. It was a long day that started with Easter, then the walk home and the welcoming hugs and the reports of all that happened. Simon and Hannah still did the evening chores, while Greg and Gabe practiced their archery and the mountingContinue reading “43.7, Tues., April 18, 2023”
43.6, Thurs., April 13, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. Luxeuil Ana and the children will be home from church soon, expecting we will be home too. But our long walk is punctuated with one childish plea after another — random arguments — tossed at me like unbaited fishhooks hopelessly cast onto the sea. I remain silent. I’ve no reason toContinue reading “43.6, Thurs., April 13, 2023”
43.5, Weds., April 12, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. Luxeuil We’re celebrating the Feast of the Resurrection today, by the Irish calendar, that is. The somber chanting turns to halleluiahs, and after the familiar but still confusing readings from the gospels for this time we are all supposed to be happy again, just as we were when Jesus sat atContinue reading “43.5, Weds., April 12, 2023”
43.4, Tues., April 11, 2023
I stumble back through the darkness, finding my way among the campers to reach the place where these precious two, oldest of my seven, are still sleeping soundly. Dear God, Thank you for these beautiful children. Am I being selfish and greedy to hold so tightly to this gift of family so not to listenContinue reading “43.4, Tues., April 11, 2023”
#43.3 Thurs., April 6, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. Luxeuil “You must know it is your duty to God to deliver the Father’s letter.” “I’m sure there are others who would gladly do this.” I can see Brother Servant feels betrayed. Now he just turns and walks away with no parting blessing. Baro Dithrum is left toContinue reading “#43.3 Thurs., April 6, 2023”
#43.2, Weds., April 5, 2023
Brother Servant asked me to meet here after vespers when my boys are settled in for the night. Brother Servant and a nobleman are waiting by the gate. Brother Servant tells me, “King Guntram is dead.” “I’d heard that. He was old. He was the last living son of Clothar.” “HeContinue reading “#43.2, Weds., April 5, 2023”
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