When I think of a painter, I see someone watching colors and shades of the world and putting them to canvas. When I think of a musician, I see someone listening to the hard rhythm of the human heart and wrapping it in melody.
When I think of a writer, I see someone on his hands and knees, leaning over the spilled blood of his soul, pooling in the dirt like the blood of Abel, and hearing his lifeblood, his lifework, cry out to God, “Here is my story! Here is my truth! Someone bear witness of me!”
I just realised that in order to delve deeper into an era, in our case middle ages, exmbrace it’s culture and the spirit of the time, one has to explore the language. Therefore, I will start posting bits of medieval english, starting with simpler forms which you could use in everyday life, and have fun. Then, after some time, more complicated texts.
Then reading literature in medieval english won’t seem so scary.