Inspiring Faith and Creativity & Exploring the Arts through a Spiritual Lens
The climb used to seem dangerous to reach the correct tier of the waterfall, the best one for reading, especially reading Tolkien. Safe there from the rest of the world, ready to be absorbed into…
Wooly was having a bad day. All day long people had been traveling to Bethlehem. Lots and lots of people. Wooly didn’t know why so many people were coming to Bethlehem all of a sudden,…
By Elizabeth Fust Word Count: 1789 Rating: G Summary: When Anne slips away from her aunt in the art gallery to peruse a bookshop, she meets a most unexpected person. Hatchards. Green painted wood and…
~ by Elizabeth Fust It’s like I’m part of the background. Their eyes just gloss over me. It’s like they can’t differentiate between me and the wallpaper. Is this what it is like to be…
“I wonder what that tree would say if it could talk?” Five-year-old Sylvia asked, sitting with her grandfather on a shaded park bench. “It wouldn’t say anything, trees can’t talk,” said a grumpy man on…
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