Category Archives: Art

MERRY CHRISTMAS

Merry Christmas from On the Quiet Path! May the Light and Life and Love of Christmas fill you this Holy Season.

MERRY CHRISTMAS

Merry Christmas from On the Quiet Path! May the Light and Life and Love of Christmas fill you this Holy Season.

Christmas on the Quiet Path

There is a certain wonderment in Christmas. A magic in celebrating this holiday in the darkest days of winter, snow preferable but not essential. I have always loved Christmas and the stories and songs that revolve around it. Living in

Christmas on the Quiet Path

There is a certain wonderment in Christmas. A magic in celebrating this holiday in the darkest days of winter, snow preferable but not essential. I have always loved Christmas and the stories and songs that revolve around it. Living in

Imagination: feed and water daily

It began when my mom told me a story at bedtime about a mermaid and a tower. It was watered with books like Bears on Wheels and the Grimm’s Fairy Tales. It was fed by The Lion the Witch and

Imagination: feed and water daily

It began when my mom told me a story at bedtime about a mermaid and a tower. It was watered with books like Bears on Wheels and the Grimm’s Fairy Tales. It was fed by The Lion the Witch and

Compulsion to create

About six years ago a policeman led me down some concrete stairs to the windowless jail beneath the police station. He brought me into a room, more like a closet, with no door and fingerprinted me. While I pressed and

Compulsion to create

About six years ago a policeman led me down some concrete stairs to the windowless jail beneath the police station. He brought me into a room, more like a closet, with no door and fingerprinted me. While I pressed and

Themes in life and art

Recently, when having lunch with a local novelist, I mentioned that I’d just finished a draft of a short story I’d been working on since I was about eleven (that’s twenty-odd years ago). She looked surprised. She may have even

Themes in life and art

Recently, when having lunch with a local novelist, I mentioned that I’d just finished a draft of a short story I’d been working on since I was about eleven (that’s twenty-odd years ago). She looked surprised. She may have even