In the beginning there was the Skyworld.
She fell like a maple seed pirouetting in the autumn breeze. A column of light streamed
from a hole in the Skyworld, marking her path where only darkness had been before. It
took her a long time to fall. In fear, or maybe hope, she clutched a bundle tightly in her
hand.
Hurtling downward, she saw only dark water below. But in that emptiness were many
eyes gazing up at the sudden shaft of light. They saw there a small object, a mere dust
mote in the beam. As it grew closer, they could see it was a woman, arms outstretched,
long black hair billowing behind as she spiraled toward them.
The geese nodded at one another and rose together from the water in a wave of goose
music. She felt the beat of their wings as they flew beneath to break her fall. Far from
the only home she had ever know, she caught her breath at the warm embrace of soft
feathers as they gently carried her downward. And so it began.
The geese could not hold the woman above the water for much longer, so they called a
council to decide what to do. Resting on their wings, she saw them all gather: loons,
otters, swans, beavers, fish of all kinds. A great turtle floated in their midst and offered
his back for her to rest upon. Gratefully, she stepped from the goose wings onto the
dome of the shell. The others understood she needed land for her home and discussed
how they might serve her need. The deep divers among them had heard of mud at the
bottom of the water and agreed to go find some.
Loon dove first, but the distance was too far and after a long while he surfaced with
nothing to show for his efforts. One by one, the other animals offered to help – Otter,
Beaver, Sturgeon – but the depth, the darkness, and the pressures were too great for even
the strongest swimmers. They returned gasping for air with their heads ringing. Some
did not return at all. Soon only little muskrat was left, the weakest diver of all. He
volunteered to go while the others looked on doubtfully. His small legs flailed as he
worked his way downward and he was gone a very long time.
They waited and waited for him to return, fearing the worst for their relative, and,
before long, a stream of bubbles rose with the small, limp body of the muskrat. He had
given his life to aid this helpless human. But then the others noticed that his paw was
tightly clenched and, when they opened it, there was a small handful of mud. Turtle
said, “Here, put it on my back and I will hold it.”
Skywoman bent and spread the mud with her hands across the shell of the turtle.
Moved by the extraordinary gifts of the animals she sang in thanksgiving and then began
to dance, her feet caressing the earth. The land grew and grew as she danced her thanks,
from the dab of mud on Turtle’s back until the whole earth was made. Not by
Skywoman alone, but from the alchemy of all the animals’ gifts coupled with her deep
gratitude. Together they formed what we know today as Turtle Island, our home.
Like any good guest, Skywoman had not come empty-handed. The bundle was still
clutched in her hand. When she toppled from the hole in the Skyworld she had reached
out to grab onto the Tree of Life that grew there. In her grasp were branches – fruits and
seeds of all kinds of plants. These she scattered onto the new ground and carefully
tended each one until the world turned from brown to green.
Sunlight streamed through the hole from the Skyworld, allowing the seeds to flourish.
Wild grasses, flowers, trees, and medicines spread everywhere. And now that the
animals, too, had plenty to eat, many came to live with her on Turtle Island.
— from Robin Wall Kimmerer – Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific
Knowledge and the Teachings of Plants