“Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people. Teach your children what we have taught our children, that the Earth is our mother. The rivers are our brothers, they quench our thirst and feed our children. The air is precious to the [indigenous person] for all things share the same breath—the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath. And what is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of spirit. This we know, the Earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the Earth. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself. All things are connected like the blood that unites one family. All things are connected.”
~Sealth (Chief Seattle), spoken as an admonition to all at the tribal assembly of 1854, prior to signing the Indian Treaties
The stories we are told about how life on earth came to be, and how we came to be, directly influences how we relate to our natural world. I firmly believe this.
I am teaching a co-op class this semester from a book called Keepers of the Earth: Native American Stories and Environmental Activities for Children. My girls and I have been working through it all year, with a focus on helping them develop a sense of place and belonging in our natural world. The stories in Keepers highlight a wide variety of characters from the natural and spiritual world and draw from the experiences and imaginations of many tribes that inhabit Turtle Island, a common Indigenous name for North America. Of these stories, the one I find most compelling is the story of Skywoman, a creation legend retold in variation by multiple tribes. While rereading it in preparation for an upcoming class, I couldn’t help comparing it to the creation story I had grown up with. I began to wonder what lessons I had absorbed through that story, and how they had effected my ability to connect with Earth and to feel like I belong here.
But first, the stories.
The Earth on Turtle’s Back
(Onondaga—Northeast Woodlands)
Before this Earth existed, there was only water. It stretched as far as one could see, and in that water there were birds and animals swimming around. Far above, in the clouds, there was a Skyland. In that Skyland there was a great and beautiful tree. It had four white roots which stretched to each of the sacred directions, and from its branches all kinds of fruits and flowers grew.
There was an ancient chief in the Skyland. His young wife was expecting a child, and one night she dreamed that she saw the Great Tree uprooted. The next morning she told her husband the story.
He nodded as she finished telling her dream. “My wife,” he said, “I am sad that you had this dream. It is clearly a dream of great power and, as is our way, when one has such a dream we must do all that we can to make it true. The Great Tree must be uprooted.”
Then the Ancient Chief called the young men together and told them that they must pull up the tree. But the roots of the tree were so deep, so strong, that they could not budge it. At last the Ancient Chief himself came to the tree. He wrapped his arms around it, bent his knees and strained. At last, with one great effort, he uprooted the tree and placed it on its side. Where the tree’s roots had gone deep into the Skyland there was now a big hole. The wife of the chief came close and leaned over to look down, grasping the tip of one of the Great Tree’s branches to steady her. It seemed as if she saw something down there, far below, glittering like water. She leaned out farther to look and, as she leaned, she lost her balance and fell into the hole. Her grasp slipped off the tip of the branch, leaving her with only a handful of seeds as she fell, down, down, down, down.
Far below, in the waters, some of the birds and animals looked up.
“Someone is falling toward us from the sky,” said one of the birds.
“We must do something to help her,” said another. Then two Swans flew up. They caught the Woman From The Sky between their wide wings. Slowly, they began to bring her down toward the water, where the birds and animals were watching.
“She is not like us,” said one of the animals. “Look, she doesn’t have webbed feet. I don’t think she can live in the water.”
“What shall we do, then?” said another of the water animals.
“I know,” said one of the water birds. “I have heard that there is Earth far below the waters. If we dive down and bring up Earth, then she will have a place to stand.”
So the birds and animals decided that someone would have to bring up Earth. One by one they tried. Duck dove down first, some say. He swam down and down, far beneath the surface, but could not reach the bottom and floated back up. Then the Beaver tried. He went even deeper, so deep that it was all dark, but he could not reach the bottom, either. The Loon tried, swimming with his strong wings. He was gone a long, long time; but he, too, failed to bring up Earth. Soon it seemed that all had tried and all had failed. Then a small voice spoke.
“I will bring up Earth or die trying.”
They all looked to see who it was. It was the tiny Muskrat. She dove down and swam and swam. She was not as strong or as swift as the others, but she was determined. She went so deep that it was all dark, and still she swam deeper. She went so deep that her lungs felt ready to burst, but she swam deeper still. At last, just as she was becoming unconscious, she reached out one small paw and grasped at the bottom, barely touching it before she floated up, almost dead.
When the other animals saw her break the surface they thought she had failed. Then they saw her right paw was held tightly shut.
“She has the Earth!” they said. “Now, where can we put it?”
“Place it on my back,” said a deep voice. It was the Great Turtle, who had come up from the depths.
They brought the Muskrat over to Great Turtle and placed her paw against his back. To this day there are marks at the back of the Turtle’s shell which were made by Muskrat’s paw. The tiny bit of Earth fell on the back of Turtle. Almost immediately, it began to grow larger and larger and larger until it became the whole world. Then the Swans brought Sky Woman down. She stepped onto the new Earth and opened her hand, letting the seeds fall onto the bare soil. From those seeds the trees and the grass sprang up. Life on Earth had begun1.
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