‘The serenity of the place began to slowly surround me as I patiently waited; but for what, I didn’t know. Several moments ticked by, before I became aware that I was no longer alone, sensing someone directly behind me, gently stroking my hair. With only a hand visible in my line of sight, I considered the possibilities. Who was this person?
The hand appeared larger than my hand. A feeling of peace filled my being and I sensed I could trust this person completely. In a soothing tone, the figure whispered in my ear, “I love you, Mena.” I tried to speak, but my lips wouldn’t part. I thought that was odd, but not really concerned, because it wasn’t necessary to say anything. It was enough to know that this was a magical moment, outside of time. I turned around and realized that my friend was no longer there, and then I awakened…’
The aforementioned is a dream I had that sparked the idea for the creation of my fantasy series, The Hidden Ones, “Awakened” (book 1) and “Confluence” (book 2). My granddaughter and I brainstormed topics to write about over lunch and it was she who helped define my dream into a tale about fairies and humans interacting, but with a faith-inspiring twist. After our brainstorming session, someone told me that writing about God and fairies jointly was discourteous to religious conviction. But I perceived exactly the opposite and charged forth to compose a poem as a way of thoroughly describing the fairies persona before writing the actual story (see below).
God blessed me with a love for writing and especially fantasy! I guess one could say it is my passion—or maybe my obsession— and I find it to be an awesome learning experience as well as a continual work-in-progress. In the midst of writing I am pulled into the story and my characters come truly alive! When I take a break, they plainly call out for me to come back and finish their story so they won’t be suspended in limbo. You could say I really like imaginative thinking, drawing from my past experiences. As a result my writing can be credible and the characters and events can be so fanciful it is hard to distinguish whether they have blurred the line between fantasy and
The process starts with a mere spark of an idea that just won't let go until I have to explore and expand on the idea— or go crazy— by developing a narrative using abstract ideas as a way of drawing a visual picture. The graphic image I'm aiming for symbolically reveals an inspiring tale using my characters and their events in a way to draw in and reach the reader's heart instilling hope, love, and faith that is bigger than self. My sincere hope is that by sharing my faith-inspired stories, I can instill in people to recognize God’s amazing love along with discovering the joy of reading.
Live, love, and dream, for fairytales are closer than you think. Go ahead, close your eyes and imagine…
Until later, Kathy Goodhew
Beneath the Oak Trees
Once upon a time, a race of tall pale beings lived on an isle of apples, a place time forgot.
Being peaceful spirits, they were conquered, unaware. The survivors left behind naught,
Sailing the skies they sought for a place that was fertile and where mighty trees stood.
Upon talking, they searched high and low, a few settling here the trees were good.
With an alliance with man, they dwelt under the mighty trees and within,
as guardians to all living things to guide and protect them from destruction.
But Man did err and became misguided as he ravaged life along each place,
“For progress,” man stated, forgetting the well-being of the human race.
The Creator in his glory looked down from the stars and the sun,
As the spirit in all living things whispered, “What have they done?
Why did humankind dismiss the knowledge from time begun?
And turned aside that all living things are entwined as one?”
In His infinite wisdom, the Creator gave a nod and quietly replied,
“Humankind has lost their way and have forgot,” and then sighed.
The life force of these beings, held down by skeptics beyond measure,
They chose to become “the hidden ones,” for believers only to treasure.
Sadly, the Creator waits for man to learn from his mistakes, and when in agony,
Hopes Man will repair an old alliance and again renew this planet’s pure harmony.
Dear reader, do remember the grand Oak trees that grow together in a stand,
There you may see this ethereal race, amidst creatures, but hidden from Man.
Once, while beneath the canopy of trees, I did linger to hear the faint hum,
Then I knelt beside the murmuring brook, lit by the flicker of sun.
With awe did I see with a brief flash,
the pale being hovering almost beyond sight.
It was then that I beheld forest creatures gathering
where the glow was so bright.
By, Kathy Goodhew
I sense a need for something greater than self. So, I am led by Christ's love to be an encourager as I share about His faithfulness and grace.