Writing, writing, writing…
I’m actually editing parts of my latest story. Unfortunately now and then I discover that editing isn’t enough, I need to write a scene that’s really still in my head not out in the world. And sometimes I discover that I need to rip words out and throw them away. Sigh.
Today, February 7, is the feast of Saint Richard. No. Not that one or that other one either. Saint Richard the Pilgrim is the one whose feast is today. He’s called the Pilgrim because he died on a pilgrimage that he took with his holy son, Saint Willibald.
The Catholic Encyclopedia on New Advent lists several important Richards** but no separate entry for Saint Richard the Pilgrim. He’s found under his children’s names.
He was a king in Wessex, England in the 700’s, married to Saint Wuna, the sister of Saint Boniface, of Christmas tree fame. Richard didn’t originally want to get married at all but having been forced into it, he and Wuna had three children who are all also saints, and none of whom got married. I have written about this holy family several times so you can read about them here with some rabbit holes.
And here …
And also here… but I don’t recommend these. My writing has gotten better as I’ve done more of it. These entries are … ragged.
This URL had a compact description of Saint Richard.
**In the Middle Ages there were several Saint Richards, often monastics, like Saint Richard of Chichester (or Wyche) who was a reformer of corruption in the English church in the 1200’s. This Richard looked fascinating but he’s a rabbit hole today.
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