Corn

Corn, we learn, is the base of all creation. Human creation in particular was a process of trial and error. The first humans were made of mud but they weren’t able to reproduce and they weren’t able to give praise. That wouldn’t do. Next it was advised to make the humans out of wood but that didn’t prove successful either. One day there was a terrible storm. The animals blamed the wood people and chased them into the forest where they turned into monkeys, explaining our resemblance. On third try, a man was made from a kernel of corn. Finally, this was right.  But something was still missing. The man of corn was put to sleep and as he slept he dreamt up a woman. He awoke to find the woman of corn from his dream laying by his side. Now there was balance.

Corn is our creation. Our universe is a kernel of corn. But more than just a means to a beginning, corn maintains life. Women use corn to make masa. In one smooth movement, the same graceful flow of a ballet, her hand scoops precisely the right amount of dough and rolls it into a perfect sphere. The sphere is tossed expertly from hand to hand until it flattens into an even circle. The tortilla. 

From Melissa's blog