There is a sacred place in Tennessee known as The Narrows. The Harpeth River makes a large loop as it crawls through Cheatam County and comes back to itself for a spell. This narrow strip of land between the river rises high above the surrounding landscape and for thousands of years has been a pilgrimage for many people…including myself. I went up there on a warm spring day to do some art. I chose the scene and then got out my pastels. I was making good progress on it when a young couple with their kids climbed up to where I was painting. When they saw what I was doing they both smiled. “It’s nice to have a hobby!” says the woman cheerfully. Then she frowned slightly and asks, “It is a hobby isn’t it?” She looked to her husband who was gently shaking his head no. “No, mam.” I answered. “I think of it more as a calling.”