There has been a great deal to say but not much desire to say it over the past few weeks. It is hard to think on only the things that are lovely, pure, of good report, when you find that you are terribly sensitive to injustice in all sorts of systems. So instead of sorrow, unfairness, and falsehood I think of this instead: the desire that burns for ( Read more... )

I finished reading Eagle of the Ninth this morning. It was so immersing; it really was the first time in awhile that I've actually been able to feel everything and see everything. While I don't know how correct my imaginings were of things since I don't know the culture of Roman-occupied Britain very well, I still felt like I was completely ( Read more... )

This weekend has been a three-day one, and I spent nearly all of yesterday researching the Brigantes and the Picts. I found a website that claims there is a legend of the Celtic Spanish King, King Breoghan, who ruled a great deal of Spain, including Galicia. Sometime during his rule he sent a group of his people up into Great Britain, who then ( Read more... )