Why I love Fantasy -

“History became legend. Legend became a myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge.” JRR Tolkien.

I have been asked many times — why do you write fantasy? Why do you read fantasy? It is only children’s stories — it’s time to grow up.

What is a myth? I believe in the above JRR Tolkien quote. It was an actual happening from a very long time ago, which after many, many years became a legend because no one alive could recall it and it became a myth hidden from all.

Humans are very quick to categorize any happening, creature or belief system as a myth because they can not explain it. It does not fall into their teachings over millions of years.

How many times have you heard someone say to a little child — there are no such things as faeries ! How sad. The knowledge of faeries and the other realms were alive and well thousands of years ago. The people of the lands worked with them to enhance both their worlds on mother earth. As humans progressed, the faeries were pushed backwards into the forests. Into the past, into stories told by firelight. Into histories of far away lands, of a long, long time ago. Into legends, people only dreamed of and children played at. Finally into myths. Unexplained and impossible.

Maybe I’m just a child that never grew up. What is wrong with that I ask? Children believe in magic. Every day is an awesome adventure to find the new, the hidden, the magickal. It’s an amazing adventure searching for dragons and fairies and pirates hiding under the bed, in the closet, in the tree in the back yard.

I still do that. I still search everywhere I go. Was that a face smiling from behind that branch? Is that a unicorn hidden in the clouds? Did that guy just give me a very fangy smile? So what if I am just a child that never grew up. I prefer it that way. I would rather search for hidden treasure in the backyard than listen to “grown-up “ news of murder, hunger, and war.

Am I hiding from the truth and reality — NO. I am fully aware of the “bad” world out there and it’s horrendous happenings. I am aware as well that there is good in that world as well. It is not all bad. I Know, but I prefer not to take part in it, not to concentrate on the negative and make it a part of my life.

I prefer to talk to the trees and faeries. I know they listen and some days when it’s very quiet, they answer. Impossible. I do not think so. Because I Believe.

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