Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time Surely, they must know the gospel here; probably it is committed to memory many times over. For them, it wouldn’t be a strange story I have to tell. I could understand this amazement if they were Pagan and the earthly signs of Jesus were not alreadyContinue reading “#83.7 Tuesday, August 18, 2026”
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#83.6 Thursday, August 13, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time I follow the others of this community into the slightly larger, oblong cell of stacked stones where monks gather for Mass. It is not a Pagan circle, made over to be a Christian Church as are many small circular stone churches made over from ancient PaganContinue reading “#83.6 Thursday, August 13, 2026”
#83.4 Tuesday, August 11, 2026
Historical Setting: The Great Skellig in an unknown time I speak the Spirit of the familiar prayer aloud with Brother Lugh but not using the words of practiced repetitions; and he objects. Just now, I prefer thoughtful words to empty phrases so I continue in disorder. I say, “Guide us wandering into the thinContinue reading “#83.4 Tuesday, August 11, 2026”
#71.1, Tuesday, August 5, 2025
Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Visiting Metz Before I leave these hills and ride off on that journey to Tours, I take this day to follow the familiar creek and visit the hill that was once my family home. Mostly the stones that marked the fields are scattered now, and the house is inContinue reading “#71.1, Tuesday, August 5, 2025”
Post #31.7, Tuesday, April 19, 2022
Historical setting: 589 C.E. Annegray in the Vosges Mountains Now we are in the halleluiah season after Easter. The prayers of resurrection seem awkward for pilgrims among us who have come only with the heavy chains of Lenten suffering. The Irish monks celebrate Easter using a different calculation than the Roman pilgrims so theContinue reading “Post #31.7, Tuesday, April 19, 2022”
Post #25.11, Weds., October 27, 2021
Historical setting: 588 C.E. Thole has been waiting in the rain with the horses inviting me to ride with him to his father’s house. First we gather up the chickens binding their feet to take them along. We only go toward Tours as far as the road into the little village where BertiganContinue reading “Post #25.11, Weds., October 27, 2021”
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