Can Fantasy, Folklore and Imagination Coexist With Faith?
c. Edenglow Publishing, LLC ~ August 12, 2026
Can Fantasy, Folklore and Imagination Coexist With Faith?
c. Edenglow Publishing, LLC ~ August 12, 2026
Can we explore fantasy, folklore, mythology, and the darker corners of imagination while still holding onto faith?
I believe we can.
There is a peculiar assumption that sometimes follows imagination.
Read about fairies, and someone wonders whether you believe in them.
Create art filled with witches, ravens, moonlit forests, tarot cards, ghosts, or gothic architecture, and someone may assume those images are declarations of your spiritual beliefs.
Explore mythology or old supernatural traditions, and curiosity can suddenly be mistaken for participation.
I know this because it has happened to me.
Edenglow contains a lot of witches. There are ghosts, fairies, mermaids, goblins, folklore, gothic imagery, strange old things, and more than a few dark forests.
I am not a witch—although my husband may dispute that statement.
I simply love the aesthetic.
I love gothic art. I love mysterious old houses and candlelit rooms. I love folklore and the strange creatures human beings have imagined for centuries. I love the history behind superstitions and the question of why certain stories survived while others disappeared.
None of that tells you what I worship.
It tells you what fascinates me.
And I don't believe imagination and faith have to be enemies.
We understand this distinction almost everywhere else.
Reading Greek mythology doesn't mean you worship Zeus.
Enjoying The Lord of the Rings doesn't mean you believe Gandalf was a historical figure.
Watching a ghost story doesn't require belief in ghosts.
And drawing a witch doesn't make someone a witch any more than drawing a dragon makes someone a dragon.
That would certainly make the art world more interesting, but it isn't how art works.
There is an enormous difference between saying:
“People have imagined, believed, feared, or told stories about this.”
and:
“This is what I personally believe.”
Folklore explores the first.
Faith concerns the second.
The idea that religious people historically occupied a world without fantasy, superstition, monsters, or strange stories simply isn't true.
People went to church and told ghost stories.
They prayed and warned their children about creatures in the woods.
They carved grotesques onto religious buildings and painted demons, dragons, serpents, death, temptation, heaven, and hell.
They told stories about fairies, changelings, witches, giants, miraculous wells, restless spirits, mysterious strangers, and things nobody could quite explain.
Some of those stories supported religious teachings. Some contradicted them. Some were remnants of older traditions.
And some were probably told because people have always enjoyed a really good story.
Human beings have never been particularly good at keeping religion, folklore, history, fear, imagination, and entertainment in tidy little boxes.
I don't have to believe a fairy lives beneath a hill to find the story fascinating.
Folklore tells us what people feared, valued, wondered about, and couldn't explain.
Don't enter the fairy ring.
Don't accept food from strangers.
Don't break a promise.
Don't wander into the woods alone.
Don't disturb certain places.
Don't assume something beautiful is harmless.
Remove the supernatural creature and many old legends contain remarkably practical lessons about caution, boundaries, promises, danger, and respect.
A monster can embody fear.
A ghost can become a way of talking about grief.
A witch can reveal what a society feared about outsiders—particularly women who didn't behave as expected.
A creature in the woods can remind children that wandering away from home is dangerous.
Whether the creature actually existed is almost beside the point.
The people telling the story existed.
That is what interests me.
I won't pretend Edenglow accidentally wandered into gothic territory.
I like witches.
More precisely, I like the imagery surrounding them: crooked cottages, herbs hanging from rafters, ravens, moons, ancient books, bubbling bottles, dramatic hats, black cats who clearly know more than they're telling us, and women who have absolutely no intention of explaining themselves.
That aesthetic appeals to me.
So do mermaids, Victorian mourning customs, old cemeteries, haunted houses, fairy tales, mythology, antique photographs, mysterious forests, and goblins.
Especially goblins.
For me, these are ingredients for storytelling and art.
Someone else may see some of those symbols differently. That's okay.
We don't all have to be comfortable with the same imagery.
I have been approached by people who believe that some of the things I create are inherently evil.
The concern has occasionally gone further than disliking the subject matter. I have been told, in essence, that creating this kind of imagery could mean I am being influenced by something spiritually dangerous without realizing it.
I understand that such concerns can come from sincerely held faith.
But sincerity does not automatically make an accusation true.
A person has every right to say:
“This conflicts with my beliefs, so I choose not to engage with it.”
What is very different is saying:
“This conflicts with my beliefs, therefore something evil must be working through you.”
The first is a personal boundary.
The second is a judgment about another person's intentions, character, and relationship with God.
Those are not the same thing.
A witch in a painting is not witchcraft.
A tarot card in an illustration is not an act of divination.
A demon in a medieval painting did not mean the painter worshipped demons.
Depiction is not endorsement.
And darkness appearing in art does not make the art itself dark in purpose.
Perhaps a better way to judge creative work is by looking beyond its symbols.
What does it actually encourage?
Cruelty or compassion?
Hatred or empathy?
Fear or curiosity?
Destruction or creation?
Does it encourage people to stop thinking, or does it make them wonder?
Does it make the world smaller, or does it invite them to explore it?
That seems far more meaningful to me than counting the number of pointy hats in the illustrations.
Because Edenglow is not a religion.
It isn't an attempt to recruit anyone into a belief system.
It's a creative world built from art, music, books, history, folklore, family stories, antiques, imagination, humor, strange creatures, beautiful things, unsettling things, and the countless stories human beings have carried with them.
Some of the greatest fantasy literature was created by deeply religious people.
J.R.R. Tolkien was Catholic.
C.S. Lewis was a Christian theologian and apologist.
George MacDonald was a Christian minister.
Their stories contain witches, wizards, magic, monsters, mythical beings, invented worlds, and supernatural forces.
Their imaginations did not disappear because they had faith.
They used imagination to explore enormous questions about good and evil, sacrifice, temptation, courage, mortality, love, and redemption.
That's what imagination does.
It gives us somewhere to put questions too large to hold comfortably in ordinary language.
People of faith are allowed to establish their own boundaries.
If certain imagery troubles someone's conscience, they should absolutely avoid it.
But another person's boundary does not automatically become mine.
I can study mythology without worshipping ancient gods.
I can research folklore without accepting every legend as truth.
I can write about witches without practicing witchcraft.
I can draw fairies without believing one lives in my garden.
I can enjoy gothic imagery without secretly pledging allegiance to the darkness.
And I can maintain faith while remaining endlessly curious about the strange things human beings have imagined.
A library is not an altar.
A story is not a creed.
Curiosity is not a confession of belief.
There is room in a human life for faith and fairy tales, prayer and ghost stories, sacred things and silly goblins.
I don't believe imagination makes faith weaker.
If anything, wonder has always been one of the ways human beings reach toward things larger than ourselves.
The world is already mysterious.
I see no reason to make it smaller.