Historical Setting, 629 C.E. Vosges Mts. I plan to take my son-in-law up to the castle to beg a better bag of seed. He’s not gracious so already my lip is bloodied. The water pitcher is empty and he has no rag for washing up my wound. In another version of justice, I wouldContinue reading “#56.2, Thurs., May 2, 2024”
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#47.15, Thurs., Aug. 31, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. A cottage in the Vosges Ana returned from the Village of the hunters with the news of the old grandmother’s death. This evening we, ourselves, are binding the edges of family together. Lately we’ve noticed the tapestry of sacred life is unraveling at the edge. The empty bench on oneContinue reading “#47.15, Thurs., Aug. 31, 2023”
#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”
#42.4, Weds., March 8, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. Cottage in the Vosges I’m watching ten-year-old Simon trying to teach his little four-year-old-brother Haberd to stack stones into a cairn. Haberd teases him by collecting misshapen, nearly unstackable stones, then he makes the tower tumble. Simon chooses another flat rock and little Haberd finds a big round pebble andContinue reading “#42.4, Weds., March 8, 2023”
#42.2, Thurs., March 2, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. Cottage in the Vosges Always changing, always new is the constant of a farm. Thole brought us a mule the summer after the twins were born, the foal of Ana’s Teardrop and Colleen’s donkey, Jack. With a mule for the hard work of it and a cow for the milkContinue reading “#42.2, Thurs., March 2, 2023”
#41.7, Weds., Feb. 15, 2023
Historical setting: 590 C.E. Cottage between Annegray and Luxeuil When two babies sleep the mother sleeps, the midwives get their rest, and so many thoughts and notions, remembrances and dreams race through my imagination just now. I can be the one who is awake to rock the cradle. I can remember lullabies. It’sContinue reading “#41.7, Weds., Feb. 15, 2023”
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