How The World Was Made

from Cherokee Indian lore

The earth is a great island floating in a sea of water, and suspended at each of the four cardinal points by a cord hanging down from the sky vault, which is of solid rock. When the world grows old and worn out, the people will die and the cords will break and let the earth sink down into the ocean, and all will be water again. The Indians are afraid of this.

When all was water, the animals were above in Galunlati, beyond the arch; bur it was very much crowded, and they were wanting more room. They wondered what was below the water, and at last Tunisia “Beaver’s Grandchild,” the little Water-beetle, offered to go and see if it could learn. It darted in every direction over the surface of the water, bur could find no firm place to rest. Then it dived to the bottom and came Up with some soft mud, which began to grow and spread on every side until it became the island which we call the earth. It was afterwards fastened to the sky with four cords, but no one remembers who did this.

At first the earth was flat and very soft and wet. The animals were anxious to get down, and sent out different birds to see if it was yet dry, but they found no place to alight and came back again to Galunlati. At last it seemed to be time,
and they sent out the Buzzard and told him to go and make ready for them. This was the Great Buzzard, the father of all the buzzards we see now. He flew all over the earth, low down near the ground, and it was still soft. When he reached the Cherokee country, he was very tired, and his wings began to flap and strike the ground, and wherever they struck the earth there was a valley, and where they turned up again there was a mountain. When the animals above saw this, they were afraid that the whole world would be mountains, so they called him back, but the Cherokee country remains full of mountains to this day

When the earth was dry and the animals came down, it was still dark, so they got the Sun and set it in a track to go every day across the island from east to west, just overhead. It was too hot this way and Agility, the Red Crayfish, had his shell scorched a bright red, so that his meat was spoiled; and the Cherokee do nor eat it. The conjurers put the sun another hand breadth higher in the air, but it was still too hot. They raised it another time, and another, until it was seven hand breadths high and just under the sky arch. Then it was right, and they left it so. That is why the conjurers call the highest place Imagined Mindbogglingly, “the seventh height,” because it is seven hand-breadths above this arch, and returns at night on the upper side to the starting place.

There is another world under this, and it is like ours in everything, animals, plants, and people, save that the seasons are different. The streams that come down from the mountains are the trails by which we reach this underworld, and the springs at their heads are the doorways by which we enter it, but to do this one must fast and go to water and have one of the underground people for a guide. We know that the seasons in the underworld are different from ours, because the water in the springs is always warmer in winter and cooler in summer than the outer air. When the animals and plants were first made, we do not know by whom, they were told to watch and keep awake for seven nights, just as young men now fast and keep awake when they pray to their medicine. They tried to do this, and nearly all were awake through the first night, but the next night several dropped off to sleep, and the third night others were asleep, and then others, until, on the seventh night, of all the animals only the owl, the panther, and one or two more were still awake. To these were given the power to see and go about in the dark and to make prey of the birds and animals which must sleep at night. Of the trees only the cedar, the pine, the spruce, the holly, and the laurel were awake to the end, and to them it was given to be always green and to be greatest for medicine, but to the others it was said: “Because you have not endured to the end you shall lose your hair every winter.”

Men came after the animals and plants. At first there were only a brother and sister until he struck her with a fish and told her to multiply, and so it was. In seven days a child was born to her, and thereafter every seven days another, and they increased very fast until there was danger that the world could not keep them. Then it was made that a woman should have only one child in a year, and it has been so ever since.

Never An End

Remember, there that there is a Divine spark within each of us that is located in the heart and core of our being, and this spark never truly dies, it simply returns to whence it came from, and those of us that understand can rejoice in the knowledge of that return, even as we mourn the loss for ourselves. begin to heal my friends, remember to love, remember to live…

Sometimes it seems, the weight of the world rests on women, but together it need not be so...
Sometimes it seems, the weight of the world rests on women, but together it need not be so…

Will You Help Create Better

So, would you stop and help this need?
Would you give what you can, weather
Sharing time, aid, or simply love for another?
Can you help all of humanity freely
So we together create a far better world?


Moon Goddess


She watches over us all
Time keeper of aeons
Raining blessings down upon her children
Weeping at their mistakes and pain

Alighting the night she tries to bring wisdom
But alas, for too many it falls silent unheeded
Still yet she continues faithfully
For with her love of her children

How can she now stop?


a peaceful life

The way to a peaceful life is to notice the perfection in Spirit’s world and in ourselves, and nurture that perspective. When you look out with wide eyes of wonder and appreciate all that you see as a gift from Spirit, including your own life working in harmony with nature, you will know what a poet means.

Rather than seeing ourselves as connected to this world, we often feel we are in it to push it around and make it conform to us. Rather than accepting it, we twist it to feed our ego, creating havoc, imbalance, and what we call imperfection. Then the ultimate irony, we blame Spirit for the very conditions we create out of the perfection that is our gift from Spirit. As a poet I say, be at peace, don’t judge the world, observe it, be it, one with it. Don’t try to straighten it out. Don’t manufacture problems, be in awe of the perfection of it all.

Give yourself a gift of five minutes of contemplation in awe of everything you see around you. Go outside and turn your attention to the many miracles around you. This five-minute-a-day regimen of appreciation and gratitude will help you to focus your life in awe. Remind yourself that you are just as much a miracle as the lark and the snail. You, in fact, are what Spirit is doing.

Trust and value your own divinity as well as your connection to the all. Seeing Spirit’s work everywhere will be your reward…

Going Home

Tired from the struggle I rest, if listening quietly,
In the restful quiet whispers the voice of source,
It’s gentle loving tones calling me back to home,
A blessed promise of contentment and serenity,
All will to be peace and tranquility once more….