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When I was a young girl my grandmother would take me out into the wilderness, and there we would find a grassy area to sit and she would tell me stories she'd heard as a girl. She would always ask me "What story would you like to hear tonight, young lady?" And I would always answer by saying: "Tell me how the stars first appeared, Grandmother!" She would always nod and laugh and tell me that it was her favorite story to tell. You see, one evening the Moon was very lonely. He missed the Sun and would only catch a glimpse of her right as he was settling down to go to sleep. One rainy evening the Moon was very upset because he had not seen his darling Sun that day, for the Sun did not like the rain. The Moon told the clouds that he would not be coming back to the skies until he saw his darling Sun once again. The clouds did not know what to do! Who would light the evening sky? The Sun having heard that her Moon would not show until he saw her again told the clouds to clear out and the Sun shot sunbeams all across the evening sky, the Moon heard from the ancient scribes that the Sun had done this for him and went to look at the evening sky. The ancient scribes smiled and told the Moon that now the Sun would always be with him, even at night. The little sunbeams had created little suns to keep the Moon company. The Moon smiled and lit the sky happily for the rest of time and thought of the Sun often. At the end of each night and the beginning of each day the Moon and the Sun would smile at each other knowingly, like they knew that one day they would cross paths. Now as an old woman I bring my little grandson out to the wilderness and I tell him of how the stars first appeared, and he smiles and laughs, and it reminds me of a time when I was young and carefree, and I think of my grandmother, and the Sun and her Moon, and their stars. Unalia Grey-Gwa gu Diviner | |