Tolkien and Reality
It shall come as a surprise to no one that I am a great fan of J.R.R. Tolkien’s work. Having discovered The Lord of the Rings in Junior High (thanks in no small part to…
Author: Fellowship & Fairydust
Inspiring faith and creativity & exploring the arts through a spiritual lens
Bell’s Table
~by Vanessa Parry Bilbo settled on one of the benches by the kitchen table and Bell smiled as she placed one of her best teacups before him, pouring milk and adding the strong tea. Little…
The Scars of Our Lady of Czestochowa
~by Lawrence "Mack" Hall Upon the Luminous Mountain a bell Calls all of us to Our Lady’s wounded Heart She looks at us with sorrow in her eyes Her scars are like the tears that…
Franco Zeffirelli: A Life on Screen, Stage, and in Service of Christ
When the great Italian director of screen and stage, Franco Zeffirelli, passed away on June 15, 2019, obituaries and tributes to the man primarily focused on his 1968 film adaptation of William Shakespeare’s Romeo &…
Night and Light
~by Amanda Pizzolatto (alias Aurora Mandeville) Merida slowly peeked around the tree. There, lying on the ground and moaning in pain was a white dragon. Merida was ready to draw her bow, just in case,…
And So They Lived: A Les Miserables Story
I wandered down the dark Paris streets, lost in my mind. Strangers hurried by, and the street lamps cast shadows and reflections of other worlds in the rain pools in the uneven cobblestones. The chill…
A Christ-Worshiper’s Response
In response to a poem by Ibn al-Qayyim al-Jawziyya ~ O Christ-worshipers! Fair questions have been put to us in search of wise answers, By our kin, children of Ibrahim, our father in faith, and…
The Glass Castle
There once came a man to Glastonbury Tor, Collen of Cymru was his name. His cross well shined, though his robes were poor, and a hermitage he claimed. Neath his vestments beat a soldier’s heart,…
Meg’s Lesson
~by Stephanie Piro Erik could tell there was something odd about his lesson with fourteen-year-old Christine. She seemed preoccupied and would pause every so often and glance behind her as if expecting someone to come…
