Historical setting: 563 C.E., on the western shore of Gaul The pig on the spit looks familiar. Is this creature one-in-the-same as was choosing a rotted rutabaga instead of chomping into my nice and meaty man-foot just last month? [post #9.1] I think I’ll pass on the pork. Maybe it was my ancient Jewish upbringingContinue reading “Post #10.6, Tuesday, July 14, 2020”
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Post #10.5, Thursday, July 9, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E., on the western shore of Gaul Nic has met an old friend, another who is retired from the Imperial Navy. “Hey, Brother Lazarus,” Nic calls me into the reunion. “This is Buff; he was once a rower for the fleet also!” “I just figured Old Nik was readyContinue reading “Post #10.5, Thursday, July 9, 2020”
Post #10.4, Wednesday, July 8, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E., on the western shore of Gaul I climb the cliff alone for a vantage point for my prayers. Dear God, Please help me as I’m trying to loosen myself from deep prejudice I once thought was a virtue. Amen. “…Perfect love casts out fear.” It serves me well inContinue reading “Post #10.4, Wednesday, July 8, 2020”
Post #10.3, Tuesday, July 7, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E., on the western shore of Gaul The vendor seems cautious about Nic’s helmet for trade. He’s noticing the grimy leather at the neck edge, the slight bend in the cheek plate and particularly, he frowns at the fade and wilt of the tattered plume. Nic yanks the plume from it’s fitting.Continue reading “Post #10.3, Tuesday, July 7, 2020”
Post #10.2, Thursday, July 2, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E., on the western shore of Gaul It’s easy to identify when it is someone else’s random hate. But when it is my own, I have so little clarity. When I see the crazies of wrath in others I simply mouth the Christian slogans, “hate is not the opposite of loveContinue reading “Post #10.2, Thursday, July 2, 2020”
Post #10.1, Wednesday, July 1, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E., on the Western Shore of Gaul Before we are in sight we can smell the fragrant cooking fires, the wafts of plenty along the pathways of these wharves. Everything that was taken from Constantia after the fire is relocated here in this place. Ships of both navy and merchant are mooredContinue reading “Post #10.1, Wednesday, July 1, 2020”
Post #9.13, Tuesday, June 30, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age on the Saxony Shore of Gaul I know people move from one age to the next in slow stages, maybe with the exception of birth and death that always seem to take us by surprise. Yet, I guess I had been expecting Nic to step off the dromon and immediatelyContinue reading “Post #9.13, Tuesday, June 30, 2020”
Post #9.12, Thursday, June 25, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age on the Saxony Shore of Gaul On this new day Nic and I are walking the seaside cliffs back the way he came just two days ago. We are going to a harbor that merchant ships frequent with the hope to find passage to Iberia. Nic provided meContinue reading “Post #9.12, Thursday, June 25, 2020”
Post #9.11, Wednesday, June 24, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age on the Saxony Shore of Gaul The guard at the garrison gate tells me the older soldier with the shirt of mail is staying here in the servant’s quarters of the officer’s barracks. He is not in his quarters just now. I can wait on this bench at theContinue reading “Post #9.11, Wednesday, June 24, 2020”
Post #9.10, Tuesday, June 23, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age on the Saxony Shore of Gaul The priest might have met Nic last night, and it may be that Nic remembered his promise to be my sponsor, and that we would meet in Constantia. I asked Father Silas if he heard where the man was staying. “Funny, you askContinue reading “Post #9.10, Tuesday, June 23, 2020”
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