source: Center for Native Peoples
In the long ago,
when the world was young,
Sky Woman fell to earth,
landing on the back of a turtle,
clutching seeds and dreams.
Her (and our) instructions:
to use her gifts for good.
The animals helped her
to make a world.
Plants made food
from seeds and light and water,
and gave it all away
that all might live.
The hole in the sky
through which Sky Woman fell
is still sending beams of light,
bathing we wayward humans,
in an effort to awaken
our remembering.
The light is urging us
to transform this world
back to its beginnings,
when plants, animals and sky
breathed us into the world,
and everything was one.
We are being asked
to remember:
we are all
Sky Woman's people.
Remembering can be an ache for those of us who do, especially when we see how much has been forgotten. But I think we can use that ache to keep us going, and help remind the world of what it's forgotten.
ReplyDeleteI so enjoy poems and stories that begin ‘In the long ago, when the world was young’, Sherry, and I love the image in my head of Sky Woman on the back of a turtle. This is such beautiful mythology with a moral.
ReplyDeleteI think we all know, we just don't dare to find new ways to live.
ReplyDeleteDenial grows out of fear.
This is such a beautiful legend — I hope that more of us would listen to the song of Sky Woman as well as promote and fight for the rights of indigenous people and local communities.
ReplyDelete"in an effort to awaken/our remembering" is such a lovely way of putting it. :-)
We so need your memory.
ReplyDeleteToo bad we just keep screwing it up for Skywoman! When will we ever learn?
ReplyDeleteOh gosh this is incredibly gorgeous, Sherry!❤️
ReplyDeleteI love your myth poems from long ago. This one is spectacular
ReplyDeleteThis is like our Aboriginal Dreamtime Story. Beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteAnd if we don't, Sherry, Sky Woman's mother, Mother Nature, will reclaim Earth.
ReplyDeletep.s. Thank you for peeking on my 'end' post of Sunday. I haven't read why the jockey fell. Sometimes a saddle isn't cinched tight and it slips topside down.
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Sadly over the last few decades we have been learning how not to live on Earth as we abuse and destroy it for future generations in the mistaken belief that there will some panacea for our stupidity later on. The trouble is we need action now.
ReplyDeleteThat hole in the sky is being choked with carbon emissions...
ReplyDeleteyes we do need sky woman more than ever ...the earth is in need of her tender care...bkm
ReplyDelete"Plants made food
ReplyDeletefrom seeds and light and water,
and gave it all away
that all might live."
This is just a wonderful report
Thanks for dropping by my blog Sherry
Much🖤love
A universal truth .....
ReplyDelete"to awaken our remembering" love that line. Like the sun wakes us in the morning but the light calls us, to awaken both mind and spirit.
ReplyDeleteI remember the first time I heard the story of Skywoman. Was looking for help with a History project and went to Onieda Nation's Museum, only to find my best friend from high school in charge. We spent the afternoon discussing my project, our shared memories, and at some point, amidst all of that Native culture, she told me the story of Sky Woman. I never forgot it...Thanks for the memory.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
We teach this myth in English 11. I love it! Your poem is perfect for it.
ReplyDeleteSherry,
ReplyDeletewhat a sad and difficult world, where the wisdom and gifts from Sky Woman, are pehaps needed more than ever, especially for those who fail to see the light of better sense...
" The hole in the sky
ReplyDeletethrough which Sky Woman fell
is still sending beams of light . . . "
A lovely thought. So may it be! When all the elements work together, we can be reborn. I hope we need not die first.
One of my favorite stories. I took a walk the other day and saw some turtles bathing on a log and I thought of the legend of sky-woman.
ReplyDeleteWe are not the ones to listen to Light. So we will suffer. Once we are eliminated this planet will thrive. It will. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteLovely story. I echo your prayers that we remember in time.
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