Historical setting: 602 C.E. The secular church in the Vosges Mater Doe has been keeping watch, offering up, through dark hours, prayers and comfort, a sip of water, a warmer blanket all for a healing that might happen regardless of her tireless efforts. I have new strength already. And I’m driven to graspContinue reading “#44.10 Tues., May 23, 2023”
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#44.8, Weds., May 17, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. Following the creek bed home Gabe and Greg return to this wagonload of dirty straw along with their older, and maybe wiser hunter friend, Charlie. Charlie asks them why they put their father’s body under all this filth. Gabe explains, “We needed a wagon and the stable masterContinue reading “#44.8, Weds., May 17, 2023”
#44.6, Thurs., May 11, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. A Woods in Gaul The guards argue for a moment over who should use the polearm, and they assure one another the spear tip is firmly in place. Now I feel the pain of it, and breath is… At this waking I am gasping for breath under a heapContinue reading “#44.6, Thurs., May 11, 2023”
#43.12, Thurs., April 27, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. On the road to Châlons This night in the straw I hear the boys talking to one another, sorting out the things they’ve seen and heard. They must assume I am asleep or that I’m not even here with them to listen to this. Gabe speaks first, “I’m glad Papa doesn’tContinue reading “#43.12, Thurs., April 27, 2023”
“How Still Waters Run”
Dear Followers of Lazarus-Ink.blog The story that is unfolding now through the end of July continues in the blog as always, narrated in first person by the character/literary device, Lazarus. Also, for this part of the story, I chose to write the same story again, but in a different voice — that of ten-year-old Simon.Continue reading ““How Still Waters Run””
#42.3, Tues., March 7, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. Cottage in the Vosges The pagan-like secular church has become a true sanctuary for our worship through these years. The shrine in this place of worship in the woods is made of forest things. A twig, in front of the candle flame on the Christian altar spreads a fully embracingContinue reading “#42.3, Tues., March 7, 2023”
#37.6 Thurs., Oct. 13, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. A house in the Pagan village Thole and Largin caught up in wonder argue incessantly over taking turns to hold the baby. Both father and grandfather have acquired that skill overnight. Tilp is doing well, Ana says. Colleen recites instructions in monotone. I’ve known some who are Irish ceaselessly yammerContinue reading “#37.6 Thurs., Oct. 13, 2022”
#37.2, Weds., Oct. 5, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. The river crossing near Tours In this little fringe of a wood I watch a vixen eluding me, giving up her own hiding so I won’t notice her kits. It seems when I am in love the whole world is in love, and when my mind is only onContinue reading “#37.2, Weds., Oct. 5, 2022”
#37.1, Tues., Oct. 4, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. The river crossing near Tours This cold October rain is relentless. Rivulets of gray water run in the ruts merging into the full river of roadway. The little donkey shakes his head to clear his eyes. I lead him walking, while the women spread the tarp over the cart forContinue reading “#37.1, Tues., Oct. 4, 2022”
#35.7, Tues., Aug., 16, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. Châlons The servant folds down the sumptuous linens and our ewer is replenished and now Ana and I are alone. I ask Ana what she discovered of a woman’s anatomy in the books. “I’ve learned more from the shepherd. The only medical book was the Roman book fromContinue reading “#35.7, Tues., Aug., 16, 2022”
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