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”
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#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”
#61.12, Thursday, Oct. 24, 2024
Historical Setting, 631 C.E. The armor markets at Dorestad We are at a market for armor and helmets. The overt mission of Greg and Gaillard is to purchase swords and helmets. The covert mission is to listen and learn who is outfitting armies in these times. Greg and Gaillard don’t work together. GregContinue reading “#61.12, Thursday, Oct. 24, 2024”
#61.9, Thursday, Oct. 17, 2024
Historical Setting, 631 C.E. Rhineland marketplace Greg and Gaillard are including me on their so-called “pleasure” journey to purchase swords as a King’s gift. “You’re grieving, still.” Greg notices in my constant kvetching. “I suppose so. But always in grief it is one sadness upon another, so now, even my pacifistic natureContinue reading “#61.9, Thursday, Oct. 17, 2024”
#61.5, Wednesday, Oct. 9, 2024
Historical Setting, 631 C.E. a place where only flowers may grow Greg and I are here in this place where I have chiseled Ana’s name on a stone to mark the burial of her bones one year ago. Now, our children believe this grieving year is supposed to end. I know it will not.Continue reading “#61.5, Wednesday, Oct. 9, 2024”
#61.1, Tuesday, Oct. 1, 2024
Historical Setting, 630 C.E. a place where only flowers may grow The anniversary of a loss is always hard. Practice doesn’t make grief perfect. There is no perfect grief. It is always soaked in tears and etched with markings of “should haves” and “could haves.” Even with a death by cancer to a womanContinue reading “#61.1, Tuesday, Oct. 1, 2024”
#59.13, Thursday, August 29, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. farm in the Vosges Mts. The blade was put to Ana’s breast and nothing good came of it. But at least we know the shape of our desperate prayers. She’s been resting and is easily healing from that little wound by the blade now. None of us who loves herContinue reading “#59.13, Thursday, August 29, 2024”
Lazarus Ink 