As I watched
the sun start to drop of the horizon, my grandfather came to sit beside me.
"Do you see that?" Those two tiny black flecks in the distance", he asked me. "Ya, kind of" I answered. "Those are ravens, they
come to us every day as the sky starts to grow dark and the moon replaces the
sun; our tribe believes that those two ravens are descents of the great
raven, Kit-ka'ositiyi-qa. He was the raven that brought the sun into
the sky and filled our dark world with bright light." I was quite young at
the time, but I was very intelligent, I couldn't believe what he was saying!
How could he say that a bird put the sun into the sky. I looked up at him, into
his light brown eyes and said "papa how could raven put the sun into the
sky?" He let a loud bellow of a laugh and told me, "it is no wonder
you are a raven, raven didn't believe his father either when he told him he was
meant to grow up to be strong and lift the sun into the sky, ravens are
beautiful and smart, but always so stubborn." He laughed. "But papa,
what do you mean I'm a raven?" I asked. "Well little
Kit-ka'ositiyi-qa everyone in our tribe has an animal that watches over them,
protects them. Some people have the whale or the eagle, or the salmon.Your
animal is raven." "Oh, I see. So how do you know I'm a raven?"
"Well little one, the raven is always the first born of the eldest son.
Since your daddy is my eldest son, and you are his first born child you are our
raven. You are very lucky to be a raven, she is our most precious animal."
"Really, why?" I asked puzzled at what could make this animal so
different, so much more renounced than the others. "Raven brings light to
the world, not only the sun but knowledge, and learning; without Raven we would
be a people in the dark." I watched the two ravens in the sky, they seemed
to dance around each other twirling, and dipping in the sky. I was lucky to be
a raven.
As I grew
older, I always managed to spot a raven not too far away perched on a branch by
the sea. Or picking through the garden outside my bedroom window, I took
comfort with the, connection to my people.
My father is
one quarter Tlingit Native American, my family and I visited Alaska when I was
eight years old to meet our family, and see the land that would be left to my
father. Our tribe believes that once very long ago a raven brought the sun into
the sky. Raven's father gave him all of his energy before he died, so that he would
have enough strengthen to bring the sun into the sky. Raven relics and totem
poles are quite common among people of Tlingit descent.
Translations:
Kit-ka'ositiyi-qa: great raven, or raven
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