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This story below is dedicated to the man who told me the native stories of old when I was a small child. His quiet gentle voice will remain in my soul. To Chief Dan George.

Have you ever wondered about the Maples and old Oaks that stand proud and tall.



Raven's Eye View

In the early dawn of life, God created the stars and planets in an infinite of thousands of galaxies with a variety of shapes and colors. God's companion, the Raven, was sent out into the vast blackness to find empty space where galaxies could survive.
On one of these flights, the Raven flew back after a long, thoughtful journey and told God where a galaxy could be placed if God so wished it. God and the Raven discussed what star would become the sun, how many planets should be allowed in this galaxy, and what if any life form should be allowed to grow. They both decided that only one planet should have life. That galaxy they called the Milky Way, and the planet, that would allow life to grow on it, would be called the Blue Planet.

The Raven again was sent out to spread those star seeds and planets in the designated new galaxy. The Raven always complained about this tiring work he always had to do for God, but secretly he loved it because he got to pick the colors.

After the Raven planted the seeds, he returned to God's fold thinking to have a long nap, but God woke him up with a question.

"I thought you put a blue planet in this galaxy?"

The Raven promised he did, but when he flew back to check, the planet was not blue anymore but a dull gray in color. He flew down to the watery planet to see what had happened to all his hard work. The gray sky, that wrapped itself around the planet to protect it from space, clung to the surface, not allowing any beautiful blue to escape its covering. The Raven questioned the sky why it clung to the blue surface so selfishly. God and the Raven specifically wanted a blue planet, now this sky was going against their wishes. The sky complained that it hated its dull color gray. It wasn't fair that the planet it protected got the nice blues.

The Raven flew back to voice the sky's complaint to God. God thoughtfully listened to the Raven explain the problem. They couldn't allow the gray sky to envelope this planet. As artists, they loved a splash of color in every galaxy.

"Go back," God said, "and give the sky some of the blue from the planet, not too much, just enough to keep it happy. To make sure the sky doesn't do this again, I want you to spread seeds across the planet to keep the sky from grasping the blue planet."

"But what kind of seeds?" questioned the Raven.

God again spoke. "I want some parts of the blue planet to have dry land scattered around, and on this land I want you to plant some type of foliage that will hold the sky up."

The Raven sat patiently while God decided what would be best for the blue planet.

God looked at its hands. Those hands had created and loved so much, and now they would be used again but in a special way. "I want you to plant foliage that resembles my hands reaching up into the sky. It will keep the sky up where it belongs."

"Can I pick the colors again?" asked the Raven.

"Of course you can, my friend, you always do."

So, the Raven went back to the blue planet and asked the planet to share a small amount of its color with the sky. The planet agreed and splashed some out. The gray sky blended it into the atmosphere, making a delightful shade of white, light blue, and a hint of gray. The sky was so excited that it didn't pay any more attention to what the Raven was doing.

The Raven told the planet of God's secret wish to plant foliage. The planet was in agreement. After all, it didn't like the sky hugging it so tight all the time. The Raven continued his planting and watched the foliage grow into what he called trees. These trees grew large with fingers spreading out wide to hold up the sky.

When the sky finally realized something strange was happening below, it asked the Raven what he was doing.

The Raven replied, "These are God's hands to remind you never to grab this blue planet again."

The sky feeling chastised, did not say another word.

God welcomed the Raven back with a smile. "You have done a fine job, my friend."

The Raven smiled back but with a hint of sadness. He had spent so much time on the blue planet watching the foilage grow that he now found he missed it. God, knowing how his friend was feeling, asked the Raven if he would like to stay on the planet to spread God's seeds so more life could grow. "After all," God said, "a Raven's eye view was needed if life was to flourish."
But with this acceptance, came sacrifice. If the Raven stayed too long on the planet, he would lose his ability to leave the planet's atmosphere. It hurt the Raven knowing that he would never travel the stars or plant galaxy seeds for God anymore, but he would give it up for the place he now called home.

God reminded his friend that the planted trees resembled God's hands, and when he got tired, he could rest his weary body on its fingertips. And if the Raven ever got lonely and wanted God's company, all he had to do was fly North where they could speak in color. The Raven called it his Aurora Borealis.

The Raven lives up North now where he talks to God about the blue planet that is now called Earth. Many nights, the Eskimo people that live up there can hear the sounds of crackling and booming coming from the artists brush stroke that streaks the night sky. The sky, still wanting some more of the blue earth, tries to creep down with its fog and dark clouds, but God's hands always push it back up.



Kimberly Bird

2001



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The following comments are for "Raven's Eye View"
by kimberly bird

The Raven
Thank you, Bob. Your words always give me encouragement. I was lucky enough to listen to Cheif Dan George's soft voice and words before he passed away. Though I am not full blooded native, I would hope that I can keep some of those story ways in me.
I have a new native fiction piece on my site in the Poetry & Writing section if you want to check it out. It's called Blood Line.
Thanks again, Bob.

Kimberly

( Posted by: kimberly bird [Member] On: October 19, 2003 )

earth wisdom
thanks for sharing the creation myth.
good to see the spirits still alive
well-written except i think you might have left out a word out after "in an infinite...", something like array.
Whew. I'm getting shivers. I swear i have thought those exact thoughts before. Not that i'm claiming them. They just echo so true, i love that kind of wisdom. Thanks kim, i will have to visit your site.

( Posted by: smithy [Member] On: November 9, 2003 )

wisdom
Hi smithy, I'm glad you liked this piece. The part that you pointed out has always plagued me, maybe an should be there. It was the one part that always chunked the story, sorta speak.
I hope you do have a chance to visit my site. Hopefully I can find the time to get some more stories on there soon.

Bye for now.

Kimberly

( Posted by: kimberly bird [Member] On: November 10, 2003 )





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