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.
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.
Long ago, in the island of Sri Lanka… There was a rich man who owned, almost all the land that is now called Sri Lanka. And he parcelled out the land into small pieces which he rented to the villagers around the island. And in return for the land, they paid him rent. And these villagers scraped a very poor living off the land. There was just enough land, to grow just enough food, to feed their family and pay their rent.
The Sun and Moon light up our skies. The Sun’s golden rays fill the sky from dawn to dusk and then as the Sun begins to set, the Moon rises and takes his place, filling the sky with her silver light. Every night as the Sun slides from the sky, he would look across at the Moon and sigh. For you see, the poor Sun was lonely, up there in the sky. The Moon has stars to talk to, but who does the Sun have? No-one.
One day, Summer Sun and Winter Wind were having an argument. “I am the strongest” said Summer Sun “Because I can bring drought to the world and cause the plants and the people to die.” “Oh no you are not!” said Winter Wind “I am the strongest because I bring gales and storms and floods and devastation wherever I go.” “Oh yes I am!” said Summer Sun, “I am stronger than you! People fear me far more than they do you!”
Long ago, it was said that there was two worlds. The real world where real people lived and the imagined world where the fair folk lived. These two worlds lay apart and their paths never crossed, except at certain times of the year. The longest day and the longest night. There was once a young girl who more than anything else in the world wanted to reach for the stars. She did not just want to see them, she wanted to touch them. Of course all of her family thought this was a ridiculous idea…
Long ago in the far, far North of what is now called America, it was not possible for the people to stay in their homes throughout the year. For when the North Wind came, they had to move away to the warmer lands down South. As so as Summer changed to Autumn, the people would be wait for the first signs and sounds of The North Wind blowing through their land.