A Creation Myth of Personal Creativity

Have you ever written a myth of your creativity?
Recently I did. You might try writing one of your own.
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A Creation Myth...
In the beginning she came into the world dancing on the fiery spray of a dying star. She came and she forgot. Not right away, because the air of earth was vibrant, there was love in her father's eyes and warmth in her mother's body. The invisible was but a heartbeat away.

She came to dance, but the dance changed. She came to sing, but the song changed. She forgot she was a song of Mystery and love. Except in private times when the world outside slipped; she flew back into the light, and the mind of the child was filled with the song of remembering.

Forgetfulness is a mean depression, a prison where the self is lost, cold and alone under a well-worn cloak promising comfort and warmth. "You are safe in me." And called her, "Dear One."