My father used to tell me a creation fable he called the godquilt story:
(note: My father was an amazing storyteller- but I have no idea of the true cultural background of this story.)
The world was cold and dark, empty and aching.....there was no sound or smell or physical perception past the void.
God did what all good mothers do when their children are cold-
she quilted her world a blanket.
Each piece of the quilt was unique and… Read More