If you go the city of Bristol, in the United Kingdom, which is my home…
If you walk down the cobbled path that lead to and from the old port…
You might just discover, down a forgotten street, a small inn, called The Seven Stars. Named after the constellation “The Drinking Gourd”, “The Big Dipper” or “The Plough”. Why? Read on …
There was once a young girl who dreamed … During the daytime – she spent her time stitching, learning to make the beautiful beaded necklaces, vests and shoes, that her people made and traded across the land. And then at night, she was so tired that she fell into a deep and dreamless sleep. As she grew up, her skill for beading became admired by all. And then, one night she dreamed. And in her dream, she saw a star-lit path leading away from her people.
Long ago, the Father of the Sky still lived with the Gods and Goddesses in the Heavens. And he ruled both the Earth and the Sky, with power over all people, both mortal and immortal. The Father of the Sky had just one child, a daughter. And her task was to weave the fabric of the Sky into life both day and night.
Long ago, when the world was young, there was no Sun in the Sky and the world was always grey and cold. The animals got together to discuss what they could do to bring warmth and light to their world. They talked and they talked and they talked – but no-one came up with an idea until ….
Imagine … That you are in the land of the Prairie, where the tall grass reaches towards the sky, and the grass shines golden in the Sun. And the prairie stretches for mile upon mile across the land we now call America.
In the beginning, when the world was created, before the humans came,
There was the Earth spinning in the Sky, blue and green and perfect.
All the birds and animals lived together in peace and harmony. Everything was perfect! But … The Sun provided light, each and every day, for the day-time animals and they had enough light to see and live by, to find enough food, water and shelter. But … At night it was a different story.
Long ago, in the Prairies of America, where the tall, tall grass stretches as far as the eye can see …
There was once, a young man who went walking at night, following the light of the stars. There was no cloud in the sky, and as he walked he looked up and marvelled to see the sky shimmering from blue to black and the stars so silver and bright.
“This” he said to himself, “is a special night.”
Long ago on the island of Hawaii, there lived an old woman, Heena. And Heena was so old, that no-one could rightly remember when she had been born. She herself had given birth to twenty-two children and now she spent her time cooking and cleaning for all her children’s children. And Heena felt old. She didn’t know how old she was, but she knew she was old. And she was tired. She was tired of all the cooking and cleaning, that had filled her days from dawn to dusk, for so many years. All she wanted was a rest.
Long ago, when the world began, the Moon had only one face, it was always round and full. And the Moon’s mask was carried across the sky, by a young man, who’s face was as round and full and pale as the mask of the Moon that he carried. And at first, the young man was proud to carry the Moon-mask, to light up the sky at night. But as he carried the mask across the sky, all night, every night, night after night, he grew lonely.
There was once a land, ruled by a King, who had, but the one child, a daughter, who he brought up to rule after him. Now, this young woman was as wise as she was beautiful, and she was as beautiful as the Dawn. And she loved more than anything, to sit in the gardens of her father’s castle with all her maids and while away a summer’s afternoon in the welcoming shade of an old beach tree. And this they did, for day after day, week after week, month after month as rumours of her beauty spread throughout her father’s land.