#creation story

Children shouted as they ran through a grove of lilac trees. Petals showered their bodies and blanketed their cries.

Far above an old woman with silver hair unwrapped the bundles gently and their joy fell like the rain, so the whole world smelled of flowers.

When she let down her hair the real rain fell, curtains of gleaming water droplets. Hers was the water that set everything into motion.

Silver tendrils wove downwards through the grass and pulled on those spots deep within the earth that were just beginning to quiver.

She tugged and tugged until they shouted and ran up to chase birds and sleep in flower beds. She wrapped her hair around the youngest when the snow began to fall, and she whispered softly until spring returned.

“Someday you will all have worlds of your own, and millions of children will lay in your hair, as you lay in mine”

A boy sat huddled in the sky and whispered secrets that gave color to colorless things. He wove his life with moonlight and began to climb down the shifting web. Every day when the sun rose he spread out across the sky to keep from falling. The breath of billions held him.

It’s a long process, coming down from the sky.

A thousand years later he reached the earth. When he did, things were so different that he stayed in corners and listened to other people’s secrets. And when the sun set he wove them with moonlight so the secrets wouldn’t have to be alone.