Woman created everything there is. Who else could have?
Does she not make everything? The dinner, the home. Conceive, carry, give birth to the baby, then rear it?
She made land first in the hope that good would come out of it, and sustenance for her. But then she divided the land into smaller bits, separating them with great oceans of water, because she knew how children – and men – would squabble.
She also made the waters to be a blissful haven for her: to sail on, to swim in, to look on when fraught with squabbles and caring.
She made animals as playthings to keep the children- and men – amused; and trees and flowers to bring her more beauty and peace. And, as the eternal caterer, she knew that these things would provide sustenance for all in her care.
She made the Heavens to give people something to dream about, and in the hope of raising their consciousnesses to a higher level.
She made more like herself, to be her helpers in creation and caring. But she also made men, who would not have to bear children, and so would have all that untapped strength to sustain women in their arduous tasks.
She did not make it all in six days or even seven. She toiled endlessly as she did not have the proper tools or materials. She had to scrape around in infinity and make things out of nothing. As women always do.
Nor did she rest, at the end of an eternity of `six days.`
When did woman ever get a Sunday off?
Pamela Pickton‘s novel Neverland is on sale on amazon now, and on all good ebook websites, and read about her travails and worldly challenges in her Zitebooks collection of short stories, Reasons, which is also available to download from Amazon.