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”