“Raven came.
All
the world was in darkness. The sky above was in darkness. The waters
below were in darkness. Men and women lived in the dark and cold. Raven
was sad for them.
the world was in darkness. The sky above was in darkness. The waters
below were in darkness. Men and women lived in the dark and cold. Raven
was sad for them.
He said, “I will search for light.”
I
was inspired to needlefelt this wall hanging by my favorite story for
this time of year, a Pacific Northwest Coastal Tlingit legend of how
Raven the trickster returned the light to the people on earth. Raven
felt sorry for the people as they lived in darkness and cold, so he flew
to the Sky Chief’slodge
at the edge of the horizon to find the light and return it to them. He
saw the Sun Chief’s beautiful daughter come out to take a drink from a
pool of water, so he turned himself into a pine needle and fell down
into the pool. She swallowed the pine needle and became pregnant with a
child. When the child was born, who was actually Raven in disguise, the
Sun Chief loved his grandchild without measure and wanted to always
bring him happiness. Raven-child realized that a special carved box in
the lodge held the sun within it, so he cried and cried until his
grandfather let him open the box. Raven quickly shed his disguise of a
human child and flew off out of the lodge with the sun clenched in his
beak. Flying back across mountains and forests, Raven returned the
sunlight to the people of earth. This tale of Raven stealing the sun is
also told with slight variations in Inuit and Athabaskan traditions as
well. We read it every year on the Winter Solstice by the fire.
was inspired to needlefelt this wall hanging by my favorite story for
this time of year, a Pacific Northwest Coastal Tlingit legend of how
Raven the trickster returned the light to the people on earth. Raven
felt sorry for the people as they lived in darkness and cold, so he flew
to the Sky Chief’s
at the edge of the horizon to find the light and return it to them. He
saw the Sun Chief’s beautiful daughter come out to take a drink from a
pool of water, so he turned himself into a pine needle and fell down
into the pool. She swallowed the pine needle and became pregnant with a
child. When the child was born, who was actually Raven in disguise, the
Sun Chief loved his grandchild without measure and wanted to always
bring him happiness. Raven-child realized that a special carved box in
the lodge held the sun within it, so he cried and cried until his
grandfather let him open the box. Raven quickly shed his disguise of a
human child and flew off out of the lodge with the sun clenched in his
beak. Flying back across mountains and forests, Raven returned the
sunlight to the people of earth. This tale of Raven stealing the sun is
also told with slight variations in Inuit and Athabaskan traditions as
well. We read it every year on the Winter Solstice by the fire.
One re-telling I have been reading recently with my chidren, is an
illustrated children’s book written by Gerald McDermott, a consultant
to the Joseph Campbell Foundation on mythology in education. I really
love the lyrical way it’s told. This one is called Raven: A Trickster Tale from the Pacific Northwest.
Another beautifully illustrated children’s version we have is How Raven Stole the Sun by Maria Williams.
It is also included in a wonderful anthology called The Return of the Light: Twelve Tales from Around the World for the Winter Solstice by Carolyn McVickar Edwards.
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