Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time Dear God, thank you for this life gift. Give me strength and resilience to learn to make use of this broken body again. In these few days since I begged for the branch to stay in our midst, with the new freedom of stretching my limbsContinue reading “#81.9 Thursday, June 18, 2026”
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#81.8 Wednesday, June 17, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time The little monk surely notices my strength is returning. He sits by me, and with a serious face points to the hole in the middle of the dome that gives light and today, the place of release for the bird back into the sky. Then heContinue reading “#81.8 Wednesday, June 17, 2026”
#81.7 Tuesday, June 16, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time I know something of healing. It doesn’t always appear with the fanfare of instant restored flight. Sometimes it is only discovered in the remembrance of the hurt, then it is simply taking notice of the painlessness of the healing scar. A new freedom from the painContinue reading “#81.7 Tuesday, June 16, 2026”
#81.6 Thursday, June 11, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time The shag spreads fine healed wings out in the sunlight on the higher perch of the rim into morning mist-rising; the huge bird’s pulsing red veins show translucent through the pitch of its feathers in this great wingspan that covers the sky hole. Just now, everythingContinue reading “#81.6 Thursday, June 11, 2026”
#81.5 Wednesday, June 10, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time Thunder frightens Trinity. As night comes so does the distant rumbling and flashes of light in the dark circle of sky. The little monk sleeps but I’m awake and very still as the canine would have me be. In the storm, she’s paces nervously. The shagContinue reading “#81.5 Wednesday, June 10, 2026”
#81.4 Tuesday, June 9, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time And here we are, his little collection of life’s leftovers together only because we are each needy of healing. Trinity can take herself outside and return again. She and the hermit have their own sign language together so she can be obedient to him. She alwaysContinue reading “#81.4 Tuesday, June 9, 2026”
#80.11 Wednesday, May 27, 2026
Historical Setting: A stone hovel in an unknown time On this new day I linger in the straw thinking I’ll move but thinking doesn’t make it so. I’m watching the nearly dawn sky, then a fog through the eyelet of the stones at what is surely the eastern arc of this hovel. My clarity ofContinue reading “#80.11 Wednesday, May 27, 2026”
#80.10 Tuesday, May 26, 2026
Historical Setting: a stone hovel in an unknown time I’m laid out inside a cavern of neatly stacked stone with a large, boney canine guarding my every move while the little monk, who rescued me is away. When the wooly little man comes in the canine hobbles on her three legs into the dark toContinue reading “#80.10 Tuesday, May 26, 2026”
#58.3, Thursday, July 4, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. The Farm in the Vosges Mts. “Horses?” Ana dreams. “We could go and visit all our children in their own places now.” “After all these years would you still want to try a long journey, Ana?” “We won’t have to go hard and long with just the twoContinue reading “#58.3, Thursday, July 4, 2024”
#45.1, Thurs., June 1, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. A cottage in the Vosges Healing comes on summer winds. For me, my strength and wit are coming to me in pieces, sometimes with old familiar forms of comfort, sometimes in glimpses of new starts. Thank you, God. Healing of spirit seems to be hovering around my oldest sonsContinue reading “#45.1, Thurs., June 1, 2023”
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