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The Creation

Way back in time, say the Hopi storytellers, all the tribes and races of mankind emerged from a single hole in the earth. A mockingbird sitting on the surface gave them their names and languages. To one person he would say, "You shall be a Hopi, and that language you shall speak." To another, "You shall be a Navajo, and you shall speak that language." And so it went for everyone, including the White Man.

A darkness still covered the face of the land, back in those early ages. Then one day the people came together and decided to change things. They fashioned the silver ball of the moon and the fiery globe of the sun and threw both into the sky. The world was transformed.
With the sun's warmth and light, food became more plentiful, and work easier. Nor was it necessary for everyone to huddle together for mutual protection and support. So the chiefs of all the races met together and decided to break up.

"We will go eastward to find out where the sun rises," they declared, "but let us travel by different routes and see who gets there first."
When the first party arrived at the place where the sun rises, the chiefs agreed, a shower of stars would fall from the sky. At that moment everyone would stop where they were and settle down.

The journey began. Everyone set out on foot, carrying their children and all their belongings on their backs. The Hopi took a northern route, the various Pueblo peoples of New Mexico traveled a more southerly one, and the White People trekked along still farther to the south.
But the Whites, always impatient, quickly grew tired and footsore. So one of the white women rubbed flakes of skin from her body and molded them into horses.
Mounted on these marvelous new creatures, the Whites could go faster, and they reached the place where the sun rises before anyone else. Immediately a fountain of stars cascaded from the sky.
"Look," cried the others, "someone has arrived."
So everyone stopped and settled down.

And that is why the sun shines, why the world has horses, and why people live where they do.

(Source: Traditional) ANCIENT ECHOES: SNOW MOON SONG (for plentiful provisions for the People and nature beings) Grandmother, Spirit of Earth. Winter snow and bitter cold has come. Watch the Little Ones of wood and plain. Keep them in your care. Grandmother, Spirit of Earth. Cold Moon sheds a chilling light. Provide for us and give to them, All your warmth and love. (from Ancient Echoes: The Anasazi Book of Chants by Mary Summer Rain Book link: