Mythopoesis 1 – What Mama Says

For Napowrimo day 1

What Mama Says

Mama, what is myth?

Story.

What kind of story?

A story about life,
about living.

Who tells the story, Mama?

 Anyone can tell the story.

Is there only one story?

No child. There are many,
too many to count.

Why are there so many?

Because there are so many
people. Each one a story
unfolding. And story seems
to beget more story, and so it
goes, on and on.

What does it mean, to beget?

To give birth to something,
give it life, breath. To create it.
To make something where nothing
had been before.

Like you and daddy made me?

Yes, exactly.

Does that mean that I am
a story, a myth?

Yes, you are a story unfolding,
a myth in the making.

Who will tell my story,
make my myth?

That depends on you, little one.

But Mama, I don’t know
how to unfold a story,
how to make a myth.

You will learn as you live it.
The seed is there, inside of you.

What kind of seed?

A Creativity seed, planted
in the darkness before you
were born. Everyone is given
such seed. It is planted in our
soul to help us find health
and wholeness.

Who planted it, Mama,
and should I feel it
growing inside me?

Who planted it depends
on the story you choose
to believe and use to guide
you through the life you alone
are living. Some say it is God,
others would say the Universe,
while still more might say
it is simply the nature
within us. There are many
answers to your question,
just as there are many myths,
many stories.

But how do I know
that it is growing?

That is the easiest answer of all.
Each time you ask a question
and listen for an answer, you are
nurturing that seed, feeding it
what it needs to grow, to flourish.

But, I have so many questions.

Yes, I know, but now it’s time
to climb into my lap, let me
sing you a song while you go
to sleep and dream of seeds
and even more questions.

Elizabeth Crawford 4/1/15

Notes: Have been without a computer since last Wednesday. This is a new one and proving to be more than a bit of a challenge. But, I so want to take part in Napowrimo, that I’m willing to put up with the frustration. As you can see, I’m going to attempt to make myth or mythos, during the month of April. Wish me luck. The image is a zen doodle.