This is an ancient Mayan story.
An old woman sits at the mouth of a cave in which there is a fire and a huge boiling cauldron over the fire. Periodically the woman stirs the pot with all the things of life in it. This woman is the goddess who deals with the whole incarnations of beings. She has two tasks. She stirs the pot and you are in it, by the way. You have been stirred lately, right? I know you have. And you will be further.
Her second task is to knit a quilt to cover the earth. So she sits in her chair, rocks back and forth and knits the quilt. She weaves in porcupine quills, feathers from exotic birds, the fabric of silkworms and beautiful dreams and many more amazing things are used in this process. When she finishes this weaving, this knitting, and the whole earth will be covered by the cloak and the world will come to an end, as we know it.
Sitting next to her is an old black dog. We all know that black dog, don't we? It was here since the beginning of time. Every once in a while the old woman has to get up, stop knitting and go to stir the pot. When she is away the mischievous black dog grabs the cloak and undoes what she has woven so far, so she has to sit back and start all over again. That's why the world can't end.
-Jack Cornfield
An old woman sits at the mouth of a cave in which there is a fire and a huge boiling cauldron over the fire. Periodically the woman stirs the pot with all the things of life in it. This woman is the goddess who deals with the whole incarnations of beings. She has two tasks. She stirs the pot and you are in it, by the way. You have been stirred lately, right? I know you have. And you will be further.
Her second task is to knit a quilt to cover the earth. So she sits in her chair, rocks back and forth and knits the quilt. She weaves in porcupine quills, feathers from exotic birds, the fabric of silkworms and beautiful dreams and many more amazing things are used in this process. When she finishes this weaving, this knitting, and the whole earth will be covered by the cloak and the world will come to an end, as we know it.
Sitting next to her is an old black dog. We all know that black dog, don't we? It was here since the beginning of time. Every once in a while the old woman has to get up, stop knitting and go to stir the pot. When she is away the mischievous black dog grabs the cloak and undoes what she has woven so far, so she has to sit back and start all over again. That's why the world can't end.
-Jack Cornfield
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