A Field of Gold

By Karen Gallichan

“Curtains are closed at a Fund Raiser and Talent Show displaying a delighted audience after an evening of splendour.

Expressions of anticipation are heard as a young girl takes her seat at the Grand Piano dressed in her school uniform. Scuffling can be heard behind the curtain which lessens as the young girl starts to play a tune. A melody played soulfully rings out across the school hall reaching out to the hearts of those watching her.

There are many listening whose disguised emotions are caressed by the notes played gracefully. A teenage girl reaches out to onlookers with music and embraces circumstances behind brave faces. Overcoming all sadness everyone is united by this wonder of joy and passion.

As the music starts to fade reality becomes ours to bear. Leaving this sanctuary of unity and warmth we face life with secrets unknown to Society. The reality is however that we are not alone and our trials and tribulations can be entrusted to our Creator who will never leave nor forsake us.

Entering into the dark night the wind blows like a flute through the sand, whilst leaves on a tree waltz gustily onto the land. This is followed by a silver arrow which from the heart of the Universe takes aim. The atmosphere is charged by Nature’s own Violin of ecstasy without shame.

A feeling of enrichment after being enthralled by the sound of music leads to Glory untold. The Maker of Heaven and Earth will before us miracles of wonder unfold. As we seek His Face our lives will be transformed into A Field of Gold.”

Author, Karen Gallichan

• Language: English
• Publisher: Karen Gallichan
• Release date: Sep 16, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463143520

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Dedication

I would like to dedicate this book to my children, Taryn, Candice, Lauren, Kim and Cameron who have always been an inspiration to me.

Also to my grandchildren Kirsten and Jamie.

May God’s blessings and favour be yours throughout your journey of life.

Author’s note

On a hot Summer’s day in February 1966, a short, rounded woman called out my name. Her hair was shoulder length with ringlets that spiralled as they hung. She was sitting on a chair next to the piano because it was time for my music lesson.

I had to saunter onto the music stool which seemed very high. I was four years old and my legs were too small to reach the pedals. My late grandmother was an accomplished pianist and could read music. However, I was still too young to read so she decided to teach me by memory.

It was not long before I could play a tune and remember all the notes. My mother decided that after I had my fifth birthday, it would be time to start attending lessons with a qualified Music teacher.

My Music teacher thought that my mother was expecting too much when she met me. My legs would dangle when I sat on the piano stool as I was very young. The Scottish side of me that I had inherited from my late father also ensured that I was fairly short with a thick head of curls.

I used to look forward to my music lessons and soon managed to read the Beginner’s Book. This gave my life purpose and meaning and I will always be indebted to my parents for affording me this