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[For Morgana] Against the cold of the western wind, against the demons of the night...
The year is waning and the time of Hallowmas is approaching quickly. Parsifal is at work on the chapel, shoring it up for the approaching winter and bringing in a few simple wooden statues of the Apostles and St. Michael to deck out the altar ( Read more... ) -
[Semi-limited Open Post] Lenten observations...
The days are growing longer and the sun is growing stronger each day. Snow still covers the ground and the trees, but winter is slowly yielding to the signs of spring. It's getting easier for Parsifal to sweep the snow from the steps of the chapel and to clear the path from the house to it ( Read more... ) -
[3-way thead] Presenting a young man to the Queen
Guinevere might not be the official queen of this place, but in Parsifal's gentle mind, she is his queen and he has never seen reason not to regard her otherwise. And so he is bringing a curious young man to be presented to her.
He's leading the way into the main room, peering about, looking for his lady.
So, going for a Parsifal-Billy-Gwen -
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[For Enide] "Come to Me, You Who are Heavy-Burdened...."
It's getting on toward the end of the Christmas season, and Parsifal is taking down the faded greenery in the chapel, as well as laying in a supply of candles, preparatory to Candlemass in a few days. He's always fond the days after Christmas and before Lent to be almost more dry and penitential than the days of fasting and prayer themselves, ( Read more... ) -
[Character Notes] Mass Schedule
Sunday: mid-morning, roughly 10 am, Vespers at sundown
Weekdays: earlier morning, about 9 am, Vespers at sundown
Confession: any time, as requested. -
[Journal Entry]Fourth week of Eastertide
The Lord has seen fit to provide me with paper and pen with which to write my thoughts, just as he has seen fit to send me to a place where I might rest for a time. I know not what brought me here, but it seems far from Camelot or Montsalvat, and yet I have met with some members of the court of His Highness King Arthur, to whit, my lady Guenevere ( Read more... ) -
From T. S. Eliot's "The Waste Land"
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.