Post #12.11, Wednesday, September 23 ’20

Historical setting: 563 C.E., Bragda          Here in these Holy halls where even bishops tip-toe on marble floors to soften the echoes, I have found a quiet place to take a moment to mesh the stories the bishop told with the fragments of memory and now I seem to know too well the things IContinue reading “Post #12.11, Wednesday, September 23 ’20”

Post #9.7, Tuesday, June 16,2020

Historical setting: A dark age on the Saxony Shore of Gaul As the priest walks with me he is pouring out a verbose string of happenstance that allowed four orphans to struggle unknown for a whole winter in a Christian claimed wood. He unwinds a twine of guilt and caring, and also a great tangleContinue reading “Post #9.7, Tuesday, June 16,2020”

Post #9.4, Tuesday, June 9, 2020

Historical setting: A dark age on the Shore of Gaul          I’m listening to the story the children tell, quoting the words they heard spoken at the burial of their family.          Pumpkin leads in speaking as the youngers mouth along but stumble over incomprehensible but now familiar syllables.          “Prepare these who are unbaptizedContinue reading “Post #9.4, Tuesday, June 9, 2020”

Post #9.1, Tuesday, June 2, 2020

Historical setting: A dark age on the Shore of Gaul          This footpath leading into the wood from the ruin by the seashore is an easy path kept clean by someone. It is carefully cleared of brush and briars and branches. It appears to be used often — this path into a graveyard. It tellsContinue reading “Post #9.1, Tuesday, June 2, 2020”

Post #8.12, Thursday, May 28, 2020

Historical setting: A Dark Age The third day of rowing in the calm we come around rocks to see a small cove with charred pilings marking a one-time quay and now abandoned shore. At a deep distance we drop anchor and the officer tells me this is the harbor of Constantia.          “Are you anContinue reading “Post #8.12, Thursday, May 28, 2020”

Post #4.2, Thursday, January 2, 2020

Historical Setting, 562 C.E. Gaul “Papa, I’m okay. I’m feeling stronger already.”          Eve is pushing back the cover and pulling herself to sitting on the edge of the bed platform.          “I can send Ezra for the burial. I can stay here with you.”          I feel an urgency to send Ezra on.         Continue reading “Post #4.2, Thursday, January 2, 2020”

Post #2.3, Thursday, 11-7-2019

Historical Setting: 561 CE, Gaul “Know I love you Eve. Know you are loved.”          I learned those rich and true words of a parent to child by listening for answers to my own gnarly and riled prayers. In times when I believe the world hates me I unfurl my ugly smudge of self toContinue reading “Post #2.3, Thursday, 11-7-2019”

Post #2.2, Wednesday, 11-6-2019

Historical Setting: 561 C.E., Gaul What can I say to her?  The huge chasm between us is more of deaths than of measured time. She keeps enough distance between us that my longing arms would not reach her for hug in case I should follow my impulse.          I try to fill the hollow silenceContinue reading “Post #2.2, Wednesday, 11-6-2019”

Post #2.1 Tuesday, 11-5-2019

Historical setting: 561 CE, Gaul I call through the cottage door, “Eve, don’t be afraid. Please come and walk with me to the hill to your mother’s grave and we will place flowers together. Let’s go now and cut a bouquet from the yellow bobbing heads that fill the wild meadow so late in thisContinue reading “Post #2.1 Tuesday, 11-5-2019”

(10-24-19 post 1.6) 561 C.E. Gaul – October Chapter – “Scars”

I can’t let him go on alone to gather the dead. His leg is withered as one weakened by plague. It would be hard work even for a strong man to dig the graves and to bring the bodies of the dead to the hill for the burials. I demand to help.          The flatContinue reading “(10-24-19 post 1.6) 561 C.E. Gaul – October Chapter – “Scars””