Historical Setting, 629 C.E. farm in the Vosges Mts. Ana asked for a prayer aloud for this stranger, Vizsla, who is grieving his mother’s passing even though my mind and my heart are all only on Ana at this time. She wants me to speak the prayer words aloud, so together she and IContinue reading “#59.4, Thursday, August 8, 2024”
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#59.3, Wednesday, August 7, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. farm in the Vosges Mts. Here at Ana’s bedside, I just want to know she will be strong and well soon. I want to hear Hannah say her mother is fine and the surgery was minor revealing nothing more than a miss-placed pebble. But that isn’t what they’re saying. AllContinue reading “#59.3, Wednesday, August 7, 2024”
#47.14, Weds., Aug. 30, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. A cottage in the Vosges In an earlier time, when Greg and Gabe were still toddlers and Simon and Hannah were babies, I was often as much a close parent to these children as was Ana. But we let this pass from us as the farm chores were doled outContinue reading “#47.14, Weds., Aug. 30, 2023”
#47.12, Thurs., Aug. 24, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. Luxeuil Jack, the donkey, seems to know the way to Luxeuil because we go this way so often. And maybe he remembers he belongs to Sister Colleen. This time I’m going alone to deliver the portion due the monastery this month as the tithe we give for the useContinue reading “#47.12, Thurs., Aug. 24, 2023”
#47.8, Weds., Aug. 16, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. A cottage in the Vosges In the dark of morning I waken and I see Ana there sitting by the fireside reading the letter on fine vellum from Gabe. It’s a short letter — she must be pondering. “Did Gabe tell you how he’s doing?” “He didn’t haveContinue reading “#47.8, Weds., Aug. 16, 2023”
#47.4, Tues., Aug. 8, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. A cottage in the Vosges Here, I play a simple tune on Simon’s harp. It’s a song Simon invented to please the cuckoo nesting near this place where only flowers may grow. Brandell is delighted. For just a moment the tones of cooing cuckoo sullies the sorrows of us humankinds.Continue reading “#47.4, Tues., Aug. 8, 2023”
#47.3, Thurs., Aug. 3, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. A cottage in the Vosges Simon played this little harp we made with gut strings on a bent ash root. From these hardened leftovers of life-things Simon made music and Brandell believed Simon had magical power. Maybe a two-year-old notices the “hole in the music” when someone is missing, andContinue reading “#47.3, Thurs., Aug. 3, 2023”
#47.2, Weds., Aug. 2, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. A cottage in the Vosges People like Simon would seem ordinary, or common, amid the great heroic tales that are told by the fires of soldiers gathering for wars. The ordinary aren’t mentioned. Great stories are spun around the likes of Greg or Gabe. And I can imagine little dark-hairedContinue reading “#47.2, Weds., Aug. 2, 2023”
#47.1, Tues., Aug. 1, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. A cottage in the Vosges All night last night, we sat at the table with a candle and the book. Ana and I took turns reading to one another through warm tugs and tears. We read the scribbles of words in Simon’s journal. [Footnote] The pages are the storyContinue reading “#47.1, Tues., Aug. 1, 2023”
#46.12, Thurs., July 27, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. A cottage in the Vosges Commoners don’t record their begottens. No one but God and the memories of old grandmothers keep this lineage. But with my oddity, having an ever and ever perspective I’ve come to know that the human record of history is only as good as the keepingContinue reading “#46.12, Thurs., July 27, 2023”
Lazarus Ink 