Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Visiting Metz Before I leave these hills and ride off on that journey to Tours, I take this day to follow the familiar creek and visit the hill that was once my family home. Mostly the stones that marked the fields are scattered now, and the house is inContinue reading “#71.1, Tuesday, August 5, 2025”
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#70.11, Wednesday, July 23, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Lindisfarne Monastery Bishop Higbald prepares to bless a new abbot chosen from among these monks. A stranger here would assume I am a monk, but of course, all here know I only wear a borrowed robe so, I simply observe. I see that the bishop has the full administrativeContinue reading “#70.11, Wednesday, July 23, 2025”
#70.4, Tuesday, July 8, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Lindisfarne Monastery On this terrible day Brother Ealdwin and I have been burying the dead left in the wake of the Viking raid. There are more empty cells where monks lived, than are the number of bodies we buried. Apparently, more monks than just Brother Ealdwin escaped death, but theyContinue reading “#70.4, Tuesday, July 8, 2025”
#70.2, Wednesday, July 2, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Lindisfarne Monastery Brother Ealdwin finds me digging graves in this field. He has with him some garments for wrapping the bodies. And he tells me he walked the width of the island from one shore to the other shore and found two more bodies by the water. One is BrotherContinue reading “#70.2, Wednesday, July 2, 2025”
#70.1, Tuesday, July 1, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Lindisfarne Monastery The Viking raid on Lindisfarne was swift and brutal. I was a slave waiting with the ships and saw nothing of it but their return to the beach with the loot. Brother Ealdwin, watched from a slit in the tower door and saw it happen. The VikingContinue reading “#70.1, Tuesday, July 1, 2025”
#68.1, Thursday, May 1, 2025
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”
#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”
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