Historical setting: A dark age on the Saxony Shore of Gaul Tentacles of light prod promise unto paths of bright day through treetops trumpeting the grand entrance of the sun. The children conclude their grief ritual as Father Silas leads six of his followers onto the beach. They come with baskets of breadContinue reading “Post #9.9, Thursday, June 18, 2020”
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Post #9.8, Wednesday, June 17, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age on the Saxony Shore of Gaul I am aware of the scramble in the woods as we walk near the graves and the children take their posts at the arsenal of rotting roots. Soon those ghost-gobbling boars will be upon us. I call to the children. “St. Matthew,Continue reading “Post #9.8, Wednesday, June 17, 2020”
Post #9.7, Tuesday, June 16,2020
Historical setting: A dark age on the Saxony Shore of Gaul As the priest walks with me he is pouring out a verbose string of happenstance that allowed four orphans to struggle unknown for a whole winter in a Christian claimed wood. He unwinds a twine of guilt and caring, and also a great tangleContinue reading “Post #9.7, Tuesday, June 16,2020”
Post #9.6, Thursday, June 11, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age on the Saxony Shore of Gaul The priest continues, “I see your rags and bare feet but I see no children. If you want a crust of bread from me you will have to beg more truthfully.” “Truthfully then, I am not a beggar, I believe I haveContinue reading “Post #9.6, Thursday, June 11, 2020”
Post #9.5, Wednesday, June 10, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age on the Shore of Gaul My habit of keeping night watch is still useful, as I’ve already slept this day and I’m easily prepared to keep this watch fire. These children can get the kind of night’s rest gifted to little ones in every other nest and den of everyContinue reading “Post #9.5, Wednesday, June 10, 2020”
Post #9.4, Tuesday, June 9, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age on the Shore of Gaul I’m listening to the story the children tell, quoting the words they heard spoken at the burial of their family. Pumpkin leads in speaking as the youngers mouth along but stumble over incomprehensible but now familiar syllables. “Prepare these who are unbaptizedContinue reading “Post #9.4, Tuesday, June 9, 2020”
Post #9.3, Thursday, June 4, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age on the Shore of Gaul I’ve asked these children to tell me their story. The storyteller for the group is the one called “Pudding,” a precocious child about eight years old. “Our father and oldest brother were the keepers of the harbor light. They climbed the cliff whenContinue reading “Post #9.3, Thursday, June 4, 2020”
Post #9.2, Wednesday, June 3, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age on the Shore of Gaul A waft of sea breeze doesn’t even ease the stench. Is it the swine, the rotting turnips or the children themselves? Four tiny faces, maybe the oldest no older than ten, and the youngest a toddler, all with round shinning eyes, all starring intoContinue reading “Post #9.2, Wednesday, June 3, 2020”
Post #9.1, Tuesday, June 2, 2020
Historical setting: A dark age on the Shore of Gaul This footpath leading into the wood from the ruin by the seashore is an easy path kept clean by someone. It is carefully cleared of brush and briars and branches. It appears to be used often — this path into a graveyard. It tellsContinue reading “Post #9.1, Tuesday, June 2, 2020”
Post #8.12, Thursday, May 28, 2020
Historical setting: A Dark Age The third day of rowing in the calm we come around rocks to see a small cove with charred pilings marking a one-time quay and now abandoned shore. At a deep distance we drop anchor and the officer tells me this is the harbor of Constantia. “Are you anContinue reading “Post #8.12, Thursday, May 28, 2020”
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