I don’t tend to be a patient person when it comes to completing tasks. When I start working on something, I want it DONE. I think that’s one of the reasons I’ve never enjoyed putting puzzles together. Unless they’re the 24-piece kind my toddler granddaughters put together, they just take too long! However, puzzles are somewhat of a tradition in the Cinquemani family. Every holiday, you could be sure a new puzzle was purchased just for the occasion. Pastoral scenes, cityscapes

“In a labyrinth, one does not lose oneself. In a labyrinth, one finds oneself. In a labyrinth, one does not encounter the Minotaur[1]. In a labyrinth, one encounters oneself. ~ Hermann Kern, Through the Labyrinth On a recent trip to Athens, Greece, my husband and I spent some time at a local cultural center where we came across a labyrinth included as a “playfield for the heart and mind, a reprieve from the clamor of the world.”[2] I had always understood a labyrinth to be a