I was asked recently, what is your favorite myth? Well, in every myth or story told by our ancestors, there is a seed of truth. Some take this tiny seed of truth and plant it in their heart where it can become a beautiful garden. Others plant the seed and surround it with dogmatic beliefs set harder than stone. There, in this harder-than-rock substance, the seed remains tiny and does not grow, becoming fossilized. A tiny myth seed, properly planted in one’s heart, can grow into a mighty forest, but if we cut a myth into stone, we cannot see the inherent living truth of the myth.
My favorite myth is that a myth is one of many tiny living seeds of truth waiting to be planted in the rich soil of our heart.