Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Mooring at Bergenshalvoyen Grief left me longing for familiar touch and fragrances of once love– the precious belonging. All the years I shared with Ana leave me grieving in a way that isn’t resolved simply by replacing the closeness of loved ones with new people. The hardest thing to accept areContinue reading “#68.1, Thursday, May 1, 2025”
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#67.14, Wednesday, April 30, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Moorings at Bergenshalvoyen The tale the storyteller offers tickles the sailors’ imaginations in one way. But for me, I think of her tender touch on my tired shoulders that day that set me grieving and leaving her there. Now I hurt for her all the more. The one who is tellingContinue reading “#67.14, Wednesday, April 30, 2025”
#67.3, Thursday April 3, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Skåne The dark emptiness of grief — She shouts her enticements to my back as I am walking away, inland, maybe, following this river back to its source. She raises her voice, “You’re right. We don’t have any rune for this, and even laying one rune on anotherContinue reading “#67.3, Thursday April 3, 2025”
#67.1, Tuesday, April 1, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Skåne Sjókona is no longer known to me simply by her purpose, seiðr, she is a human being with a name, though not a name given her by loving parents as a birth gift. At least it isn’t a statement of utility; it is a name. But it is a nameContinue reading “#67.1, Tuesday, April 1, 2025”
#66.12, Thursday, March 27, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Skåne We are sitting in the open space where a door would be in a house, looking out at the rocks on the sea channel. The wind comes stiff and steady but it brings no ships. “When I was a baby, it was Auld Bjorn who kept me as his ownContinue reading “#66.12, Thursday, March 27, 2025”
#66.11, Wednesday, March 26, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Skåne “Sjókona, I can call you by a name now. And is this your home?” “Home?” “Yet you said you haven’t been back here since you were abandoned as an infant.?” “Really, I’ve only been told of this. Some years ago Auld Bjorn brought another infant girl acrossContinue reading “#66.11, Wednesday, March 26, 2025”
#65.5, Wednesday, February 12, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Jutland Walking with the seiðr on the edge of the sea, I meant to be asking her of the runes, but now she is asking me how I know of other times. “I am one who tells a Christian story from a time before Christian was a religion.” “So,Continue reading “#65.5, Wednesday, February 12, 2025”
#63.13, Tuesday, December 31, 2024
Historical Setting: 792 C.E. I ask Marian the question that has been most on my mind, “In the Christian way of counting, what is this year?” Marian tells me she thinks it may be 792 at least for the measure of time in Gaul after the start of time. So, with my strangeContinue reading “#63.13, Tuesday, December 31, 2024”
#63.3, Thurs., Dec. 5, 2024
Historical Setting: An unknown time in a cold land This woman in shackles speaks in the comfortable language of Frankish Gaul. She tells me men are most often killed when they are captured and the women are taken as slaves. So, she says, I should be fortunate they only wrapped me in heavy chains.Continue reading “#63.3, Thurs., Dec. 5, 2024”
#62.1, Tuesday, Nov. 5, 2024
Historical Setting, cold and dark, unknown It’s another time and a dark place. Waking happens every day to each person in a little way, but this awakening is a whole unknown future. What future means for those who suffer is a shinning promise hoping for something better. So, you would think that thoseContinue reading “#62.1, Tuesday, Nov. 5, 2024”
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