I was there at the fall of Byzantium.         By E. Michael. Bablin

I was there at the fall of Byzantium.         By E. Michael. Bablin I was there at the fall of Byzantium. It was the great House—the only home I knew—and I grew up in it. I remember the kittens in the yard, the beautiful spring days gathering, dandelions, and violet flowers, Sunday dinners, and Grandpa andContinue reading “I was there at the fall of Byzantium.         By E. Michael. Bablin”

8 February snow

By the time you get to February, you’re sick of winter. You think of red hearts, valentines, and presidents of the United States, but you’re still in February, and it’s all cold and snow. The Earth is sleeping. Everyone seems to be sleeping; even when they’re walking and talking and walking around very carefully soContinue reading “8 February snow”

Lithuanian dream-time part 1

Lithuanian dream-time By E. Michael. Bablin There were only a few Lithuanian words I would understand. The words were Christmas time words spoken by Grandfather, he would speak these words they would sound very far away and very close at the same time. Watching him speak they seemed one by one to slide past hisContinue reading “Lithuanian dream-time part 1”

Illuminated manuscripts.

Aldrich the monk, looks out the window of the monastery of Saint Sebastian in the north of England. The snow falls and creates beautiful patterns in the bare brown fields and treeless branches. This monastery makes Illuminated manuscripts to teach an impoverished, very illiterate population the story of Christ and guide them to salvation. ButContinue reading “Illuminated manuscripts.”