Evening Meal

 Brigid and I were doing our cleaning, as is our way every Saturdai,  earlier in the month, when there was a knock on our door. I wiped myself down as best as I could and answered the door. On the other side stood a holy man in search haven from the cold so I let him in our home. actually I almost dragged him in for he looked as if he could do with some comfort of warmth and food.

  Taking the holy man in I set him by the fire while Brigid brought him a cup of warm cider and bread with some cheese. I asked him to stay and eat our mid-day meal with us. He gratefully accepted our generosity and told us  to finish our chores for he would wait. Making sure that he was comfortable Brigid and I finished cleaning the house.

  While I finished with the cleaning Brigid put a fowl on to roast for the mid-day meal.

  After I finished the last of the cleaning I went and prepared the red carrots  and greens while Brigid tended to the bread.

  When the evening meal was ready the holy man blessed our food and company and we ate in relative silence, with either Brigid or I breaking the silence with things that were to be done in the coming week. As we would talk our visitor would smile and say nothing except to reply when asked if he would like something more to eat or drink.

  When our meal was done the holy man again took his place by the fire while Brigid and I cleaned the table and cooking area and began to tell the tale of the Widow of Nain. Brigid and I looked at each other but said nothing and listened. After we are done with cleaning up, Brigid and I sit near our visitor and talk of weather and such.

  With darkness drawing near I ask him to stay but he declines saying that he is expected by the abbot at St. Mary's Monastery. So he rises and we walk  to the door. I put a woolen cloak around him to protect him from the night which he was reluctant to take but thanked me for it. As we stood at the door just as he was leaving I told him I was wonder why he relayed the tale of the Widow of Nain. As the holy man stepped out my door and onto the street he said it was his way of letting me know he knew who I am. Since not many know who I am I asked him who he believes me to be.His answer... was...his answer was that he knows me to be the Widow Gisborne.

Calendar Guy - December

Tsk. Tsk. Sir Guy admits to liking to being naughty. Merry Christmas. Happy Hanukkah.

Calendar Guy- November

 Guy likes his cooked birds this time of year. Scarily, Sir Guy dreams of a roasted robin this year.
(I just realized that the year is wrong and the sight does not now have or let me choose the correct year. I will have to make another one tomorrow because it is too late my time. Forgive me for not noticing sooner.)

EDITED NOVEMBER 30, 2014: Sorry this took so long but I wanted to use the same picture but it took some time and I found it today. I found a nice calendar filter to use but I also flipped the picture so it would look nicer in the calendar.

Back to Work

  I decided yesterday, Saturdai, that I have been in sadness long enough and came out of my chamber to help Brigid with the work. Poor Brigid was shocked to see me doing chores and inquired about my health. I smiled and gently kissed her cheek and told her I was fine and that I should be doing my share of the work. I also told that as we are late into the fall that there is a lot to be done before winter sets in and my help is needed. I also asked for Brigid's forgiveness at being selfish. She smiled and kissed my cheek and said yes she forgave me. Poor darling wiped her eyes with her apron.

  We put the kitchen and larder in order, beat rugs with our brooms,cleaned the furniture in our sitting area swept and  then we swept and washed the floor.


  We were so tired after our work was done Brigid could hardly move. So I saw to Brigid to make sure she was comfortable in her chair by the fire and gave her a warm drink and helped her with her stole so she could keep warm. Once Brigid was settled I once again started working on my forgotten embroidery.

  I believe it can be stated that the Lady M of Gisborne is slowly returning to her normal self.

Calendar Guy - October

Yes I know I am doing the October issue of Calendar Guy in November. That is because I forgot to post the issue here. I do have one but it is at my WordPress Lady M of Gisborne. I will repost what I have there to here and then hopefully before the month is out I will do Calendar Guy - November for both sites.

Heartbreak

  Having been very sad for what feels like forever, I am now at the point of missing Guy that all I want to do is sit in the middle of the floor, road or wherever I am at and cry. Archer is becoming more courageous in his wooing of me for he has even taken to singing and playing music to me to try and bring me out of my sadness but he only succeeds in making me even more sad.

  I no longer want to have any contact with people and I know this is a worry to Brigid. She goes to the market for us even though I do not eat much. I do try and go to small garden in hopes that will help but with Sir Guy taking up my thoughts the garden is of no help.

  I feel I am at my wit's end with Sir Guy's rejection and banishment of me. I know I should move on with my life and I have tried but when my heart belongs to him what is the point of trying to give it to someone else?

Calendar Guy - September

  Sorry I know this i VERY late with only  a few hours before October is among us. Combination of forgetfulness and tiredness. I knew the picture I would like to use and I found it quicker than I thought once I got going.

  For the September issue of Calendar Guy made me think about being an apple.

Calendendar Guy - August

Desert garb with a lion is perfect for my Leo Sir Guy of Gisborne. Also, if you have ever heard Sir Guy roar he even sounds like a lion.

Missing Sir Guy

  While Brigid napped I went on a walk today in some fields not to far from the village. I saw a few flowers, such as cockles.

And these lovely flowers.

  I did not walk very long. Maybe an hour passed. I do not really know for my thoughts were filled with Sir Guy and of home Nottingham for most of my walk. I do not know why but while my heart and thoughts held Guy, thoughts of Archer kept intruding. I really wish Archer would leave me and my thoughts alone. I want to be with Sir Guy but until he says otherwise I am practically banished from Nottingham. I wish he would come to York and say he something to me.

Apples

Today, while cleaning the house and our few belongings with Brigid, there was a knock on the door. Since I was in the bed chamber doing the linens Brigid is the one who answered the door. I kept listening for voices but heard none, so I stepped into the main room to see who was here but I only saw Brigid. She was standing in the middle of the room holding a basket of apples.

 So of course I naturally asked her who had brought them. She replied she did not know for the basket was alone at the door. Not a person was in sight. With my curiosity kindled I looked out my window. *Sighs* I should have known who would have brought the apples but Archer has not been in my thoughts for days. Yes, Archer is the one that brought the apples.

  I threw open my door and walked straight up to Archer with the basket of apples and told him I can buy my own apples if my mind is of that nature. He bowed, rather mockingly, to me and says that since I had forgotten my apples at our last meeting the least he could do was to bring some of the fruit. I stood there dumb struck for a moment, then dropped the basket of apples on his feet and turned around in a huff and went back in my house...slamming the door. Oh that brazen man!

Calander Guy - July

Time for Sir Guy to set off even more fireworks. He does like playing with fireworks of different sorts. Does he not?

Meeting Archer

  It was when I went to a York market, close to an old and unused Jewish temple, since the massacre of the Jews  at York Castle and the leaving of some,there are not many Jews left in town.

  As I was saying, I went to York today, and without Brigid,  to get a few things to put into the pantry when I happened upon a crowd watching a somewhat handsome man showing off his perceived skills as an archer and a swordsman, however his ego is bigger because he calls himself Archer. Needless to say I was not impressed and continued on with my shopping.

 When I was looking over the apples is when a large paw in disguise as a man's hand came upon mine as I was reaching for the fruit. I looked to see that the hand belongs to Archer and he is giving me a look that made me feel things that only my husband should make  me feel. Naturally, I did not let this be known to him for I gave Archer an irritated and haughty look and asked him to kindly remove his hand before I call for a soldier to remove it for him. He just grinned and kept looking at me and making me feel in ways that I have not felt in a long time. Not since Sir Guy loved me. I ache for his touch while writing this.

  Anyway, all Archer did was stand there and give me that look for the longest time or so it seemed. He also finally removed his hand and winked at me. So naturally I became flustered and slapped him and returned to my abode without any apples and a cross Brigid waiting for me. But for the first time in along time I feel free or as free as a woman can in my position.

Calendar Guy - June

Summer is starting to heat up. Don't believe it?  Look at Guy

Calendar Guy - May

He is long and lean and clad in leather with a few streamers. This month Guy is our May pole.

Explanation of Absence

  Went with Brigid to the market for the first time today upon our coming to York. Yes, I know it is past time that I get out and meet new people, but I have not been feeling well since coming here. I believe it has been a blend of the long journey from Nottingham and Sir Guy's betrayal, for I have come to believe that he is the one that has done the betraying, for it was never me, that had made me ill. Brigid wanted to send for a bleeder but I would not allow it. I would rather die of a broken heart than have a leech put upon me. That may yet happen.

Calendar Guy - April

Sir Guy's way of looking for Eater eggs.

Journey to York

  After a long and tiring journey north, through the snow and cold and the carriage getting stuck more than a half dozen times to I have made it to York only a few days ago and not by choice. *Sighs deeply* Yes, this was Sir Guy's choice of exile for me. I am surprised he did not send me to a convent, but that may be only a matter of time. Instead, it seems that he has set me up in a smaller house in York, with dear Brigid, servant and at heart a member of my family since my earliest awareness.

  I do not know what will become of me, but I want my fate in my own hands and not in Guy's, so I am of the mind that it would be wise of me to look into making our way south to Poitiers during the spring. However, that would mean going around Nottingham or through it neither one is a safe choice. Now if it can be done, I would like to make a return visit home to Eiru. There will not be much left, but it still would be nice to see home again.

Waterfall

Until my writer's block unblocks enjoy the waterfall. Maybe if I do enough photo edits and such I'll be able to write.

Calendar Guy - March

Lucky charms, anyone?

Adieu, Nottingham

   My trunks are being packed as I write this entry. I have no choice but to leave Nottingham for Guy gave me none. Since, in his words, I am a liar (even though I am not) I can not be trusted to be mistress of the Gisborne manor and can make my own way to Normandie or York or anywhere else that he does not have to set eyes upon me.

  As an admirer of Queen Alienor d' Aquitaine, perhaps I should go to Poitiers and try courtly love for a change. That may startle Sir Guy...but then he would have to care from the start. Yet, better still I may make my way to Westminster in hopes of catching sight of her majesty. For Queen Alienor is smarter and better than her sons. They must take after their father, King Henry.

Alienor d'Aquitaine (Eleanor of Aquitaine)

Right now I feel bitterness, mixed with love, towards Guy and perhaps most men, but I will bear in mind my manners and be nice. I may not know where my journey will take me, but I will carry my love for Sir Guy with me. And I will have ways of knowing what he is doing for what few servants I did have and I have sworn to stay in contact as best as we can. Plus the monks have forgiven me for Angel's Mass by telling me it was not my fault, but I do feel some guilt about it, and have blessed me with a simple rosary.

  So with a last look around what had been Sir Guy's and my bedchamber it is with a heavy heart that I say adieu to my life and Nottingham.

Sunday Kind of Guy #5

The Professor of Smirkology is here again.

 

These photos gave me this collage:

And this gif ♥

Encounter

I went for a walk this morning because my head was filled with thoughts of Guy and I thought that the winter air would help take me out of my walking dreams, but it just seemed to make my thoughts and dreams of Sir Guy more strong. As I was walking I came to a break in the path and saw a vision from Heaven - my Guy.  He was in an old cloak that he spun off of his self when he saw me - oh how my heart leapt, as well as my body straight into his arms.  Crying and laughing at all at the same time,  I  covered his face with kisses, nuzzled his neck and ears and told him of my undying love for him. My love, my passion, my forgiveness and my happiness for Sir Guy all came together and my deepest wish that I have was told. I told Guy that I wanted to be filled with his child and then I threw my arms around him and held onto him with all my love and for dear life.

  It is then that I notice that Guy is not embracing me and it is at that moment that I understood that he had not held me the entire time and that he was silent.  I put down my arms and put on a brave smile and ask him what is wrong for his arms were not around me. Then the idea came to me that even in a wooded path it was still too public for us to be seen and was not safe so I expressed my apology for not thinking we were in a public place.

  As I stood there with a dull look on my face, Guy was still silent and not moving a muscle for what seemed to be... forever. Finally, when spoke he said, quietly, that he had seen me in Nottingham earlier in the month and wanted to know why I had ignored him when in the village. Why had I had walked around in a proud manner? I answered him that when I went to market I did look for him but never saw him and that I was not being proud. Then..then..he yelled and called me a liar! Moi?! A LIAR?! When all I have done is mourn for him. Hated him.Forgiven him. Loved him. Missed him. The BASTARD!! Oh how I wish I had my anger then but I was too stunned.

  I kept telling him that I had searched for his face when I was at market, but to no avail. He never believed me. He kept telling me I was a liar that I had not searched for him and that I was no better than Marian. Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! Even now I wish my heart would cease so I could be out of this current pain. Alas, I must live on with the pain for company, for it is all I have from Sir Guy of Gisborne.

Sunday Kind of Guy #4

 I originally posted this for Valentine's on It's an R.A. World and thought that it would also make a nice Sunday Kind of Guy post and it HAS been a long time since I made one. So with stills of the backside and GIF (courtesy of Google) of Sir Guy. Oh and Vaisey is in the pictures as well.

 

Into Nottingham

  I have been of mind of late to make a journey into the village. Not a big journey just one to where I can get whatever whispers concluded. So today I dared myself to go and I did. It was not as bad as I was expecting. Yes there were stares and whispers and by chance a laugh or two, but I did not care for I held my head high, looked straight ahead and walked. I will say that I was not walking proud, well maybe I was a little but I refuse to believe I was mean about it.Just because I am a Gisborne does not mean I have to be cruel. I am the wrong Gisborne for that emotion.


Pardonne, I am still angry with Sir Guy. I was hoping by chance to see Guy in the village for I have not seen him since Christmas. Alas, it was not meant to be. So that has made my anger stronger. Even so my love for Sir Guy is just as strong. Do not love and hate live in the same space in the heart? Is this not natural? Or is it just Guy and me? I pray that I will soon see him.

*Sighs and looks away for tears are in my eyes* Pardonne moi. I am now ashamed of my anger towards Sir Guy and I miss him more every day. I do not believe that death would ease the pain that is my love for Sir Guy. I pray for his return.

Calendar Guy - February

Calendar Guy is going to be a monthly feature to break up the drama, of late, that is Lady M of Gisborne . If I had the idea last month I would have started then but instead, we will have Valentine's Day. Yummy month anyway and Sir Guy will make it extra yummy.  ☺

The Dress

  I have made steps into returning to as much of a standard way of living as before the incident. I am no longer in my bedchamber as much as I used to be but I have yet to venture into the village. I still wish for only the furthest amount of contact with other people of Nottingham. I have gone out and walked the manor grounds caring for the evergreen plants and smaller animals. Guy seemed to have thought that I have a familiar or two. As if I am a witch.  Unreasonable of him. All because I am kind to animals and treat them with respect, while they bring me some comfort and companionship, unlike Guy. Yes I am still hurting from what had passed at Angel's Mass by Guy's hands, but now I am also filled with anger towards him as well and not just because of the event.

   I was hoping for Guy to return home and talk about the event but in stead, Guy now has the thought that he can tempt me or buy me into forgiving him for Christmas with a newly made dress. Or maybe he thinks he has to buy my love. What I do know is that it in stead of bringing the dress himself, Guy had the dress sent by messenger and that bought about more anger instead. After everthing that has happened, I still love him.