Historical setting: 588 C.E. The Count’s Mansion A victory feast at a fine estate is a great spread of meats and bold porridges, an abundance of saved melons and dried berries, honey and cream spreads, wine and mead flowing free. Possibly, in the other room at the women’s table they have these same indulgencesContinue reading “Post #26.12, Thurs., Nov. 25, 2021”
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Post #26.11, Weds., Nov. 24, 2021
Historical setting: 588 C.E. Forest Primeval The long board for men dining at this feast is in the main hall amid a décor of a sword and the yellow banner. I’m seated here mid-table with this multitude of men. Count Bertigan is at the head. The women here will join us later for theContinue reading “Post #26.11, Weds., Nov. 24, 2021”
Post #25.10, Tues., October 26, 2021
Historical setting: 588 C.E. An autumn wind brushes through the patch of rosemary wafting with the scent of broken stems setting a storm onto our patch of sky then drenching rain. With Eve’s house in ash there is no shelter. We are all, however we grieve, soaking in shared rain. The soft grayContinue reading “Post #25.10, Tues., October 26, 2021”
Post #25.9, Thurs., October 21, 2021
Historical setting: 588 C.E. leaving Ligugè We leave after morning matins. The rising golden sun, the alleluias of our lauds, even the early songs of the birds rising from the trees for their autumn pilgrimage – it all seems out of place in my own grieving. Riding at an easy gait the youngContinue reading “Post #25.9, Thurs., October 21, 2021”
Post #25.8, Weds., October 20, 2021
Historical setting: 588 C.E. Ligugè I’ve just met this man who has come as a messenger bringing the sorrows we share. We both love Eve in our own ways. I’ve learned now that Eve was violently slashed by invaders outside her burning house. She was clutching her precious parchments on which Anatase had placedContinue reading “Post #25.8, Weds., October 20, 2021”
Post #25.6, Thurs., October 14, 2021
Historical setting: 588 C.E. The courtyard of Ligugè The abbot comes to me, grim faced with my old tunic and cowl across his arms, and on top of my once familiar clothing is a sword. “Brother Lazarus, a messenger has arrived from the vineyards on the Loire. They are calling all of theContinue reading “Post #25.6, Thurs., October 14, 2021”
Post #23.8, Wednesday, August 18, 2021
Historical setting: 584 C.E. Ligugè Just before the silence Brother August was telling me of the women’s convent which I thought was named for St. Mary, Abbaye de Sainte-Marie, at Poitiers. He said it was renamed after a relic of the true cross that the abbess, Radigund, a queen, was able to acquire forContinue reading “Post #23.8, Wednesday, August 18, 2021”
Post #22.10, Thursday, July 22, 2021
Historical setting: 584 C.E. Ligugè As night creeps over I see ahead of me the hulking peak of an old villa roof. I’m coming upon the monastery that was a Roman villa centuries ago. In a time long ago St. Martin repurposed this rich gift of a grand Roman edifice for use as aContinue reading “Post #22.10, Thursday, July 22, 2021”
Post #21.1, Tuesday, June 1, 2021
Historical setting: 584 C.E. The walking path in Eve’s garden Eve is telling me of negotiations Daniel had with the druid when arranging to bring this very young child here as Eve’s apprentice. She explains, “When Daniel was last trading with the cooper the druid appeared and inquired about the progress of Anatase.Continue reading “Post #21.1, Tuesday, June 1, 2021”
Post #14.11, Wednesday, Nov. 25, 2020
Historical setting: Along the ridges of the Pyrenees, 6th Century “From that hilltop” the young shepherd explains, “You can see the smoke where the hearth-fire burns for the house of the neighbors. There are some good hiding places on that hill so you can watch the daughters a long time and no one will seeContinue reading “Post #14.11, Wednesday, Nov. 25, 2020”
Lazarus Ink 