Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time I found a stacked stone wall for a rest before I find a place to stay here or maybe before I decide to go back. Possibly Sister Brigid’s intention in bringing me up here was purposed with setting me free, like the healed bird; or maybeContinue reading “#83.2 Wednesday, August 5, 2026”
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#82.14 Thursday, July 30, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time The climb to the cluster of cells that on the Great Skellig was exhausting for me so Brother Lugh and I found a seat on the low wall of the cistern in the midst of the monk’s cells. “Brother Lugh, I also know grief tooContinue reading “#82.14 Thursday, July 30, 2026”
#82.13 Wednesday, July 29, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time Sister Brigid has guided me to the monk’s cell of Brother Lugh, the young monk who found my bones in the tidewater in early spring. Maybe he recognizes me. Maybe he just always looks cautiously terrified. “You’ve seen me before, Brother Lugh. Then I wasContinue reading “#82.13 Wednesday, July 29, 2026”
#81.3 Thursday, June 4, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time This darkness has a cruel waking. The dream left me floundering in the hot dark sea, and Cloothar is calling me to save him, but I can’t move. He is sinking down, and I can’t reach him. I just let him go. Deep, dark, lost… TheContinue reading “#81.3 Thursday, June 4, 2026”
#79.10 Wednesday, April 22, 2026
Historical Setting: Jarrow, 794 C.E. I’ve been listening to the talk of the old fellows who gather here in the mornings to consider the state of all things. Some come disgruntled, regardless of the events of life. But Tam comes with a resilient, joyful spirit despite his losses. It is the simple allegory of Job.Continue reading “#79.10 Wednesday, April 22, 2026”
#77.1 Tuesday, February 3, 2026
Historical Setting: Monkwearmouth, 794 C.E. It is the dark hour before dawn. We are five people waiting for the tide to turn in a shelter shed. The three who just arrived are arguing. The nuns are midwives advising the man on the needs of his brother’s family as they prepare for a new baby. TheContinue reading “#77.1 Tuesday, February 3, 2026”
#76.13 Thursday, January 29, 2026
Historical Setting: Monkwearmouth, 794 C.E. It’s been nearly all night that we’ve sat here in the quiet darkness, except for the gentle sounds of a horse waiting for his master to return and our few words. I asked her to imagine a wishful story. She has an imagination and she has words that could tellContinue reading “#76.13 Thursday, January 29, 2026”
#76.11 Tuesday, January 27, 2026
Historical Setting: Monkwearmouth, 794 C.E. The young woman has a dress and an apron and a cowl, all the things she needs to appear presentable to other people who could meet her with either judgment or compassion. Only heaven knows her nakedness, though earth is still touched by her unshod feet. She recognized my selfishContinue reading “#76.11 Tuesday, January 27, 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”
#76.6 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”
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