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Skywoman Falling1 (a Haudenosaunee origin story of the land)

by Robin Wall Kimmerer

In winter, when the green earth lies resting beneath a blanket of snow, this is the time for
storytelling. The storytellers begin by calling upon those who came before, who passed the
stories down to us, for we are only messengers.

In the beginning, there was the Skyworld.

She fell like a maple seed, spinning on an autumn breeze.2 A column of light streamed from a
hole in the Skyworld, marking her path where only darkness had been before. It took her a long
time to fall. In fear, or maybe hope, she clutched a bundle tightly in her hand.

Hurtling downward, she saw only dark water below. But in that dark emptiness, there were
many eyes gazing up at the sudden shaft of light. They saw there a small object, a mere dust bit
in the beam of light. As it grew closer, they could see that it was a woman, arms outstretched,
long black hair billowing behind as she spiraled toward them.

The geese nodded at one another and rose together from the water in a wave of goose music.
She felt the beat of their wings as they flew beneath to break her fall. Far from the only home
she’d ever known, she caught her breath at the warm embrace of soft feathers as they gently
carried her downward. And so it began.

The geese could not hold the woman above the water for much longer, so they called a council
to decide what to do. Resting on their wings, she saw them all gather: loons, otters, swans,
beavers, fish of all kinds. A great turtle floated in their midst and offered his back for her to
rest upon. Gratefully, she stepped from the goose wings onto the dome of his shell. The others
understood that she needed land for her home and discussed how they might serve her need.
The deep divers among them had heard of mud at the bottom of the water and agreed to go
find some.

Loon dove first, but the distance was too far and after a long while he surfaced with nothing to
show for his efforts. One by one, the other animals offered to help—Otter, Beaver, Sturgeon—
but the depth, the darkness, and the pressures underwater were too great for even the
strongest of swimmers. They returned gasping for air with their heads ringing. Some did not
return at all. Soon only little Muskrat was left, the weakest diver of all. He volunteered to go
while the others looked on doubtfully. His small legs flailed as he worked his way downward
and he was gone a very long time. They waited and waited for him to return, fearing the worst

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1- This is an adapted excerpt of the full chapter Skywoman Falling in Braiding Sweetgrass. 2-Adapted from
oral tradition and Shenandoah and George, 1988.
for their relative, and, before long, a stream of bubbles rose with the small, limp body of the
Muskrat. He had given his life to aid this helpless human. But then the others noticed that his
paw was tightly clenched and, when they opened it, there was a small handful of mud. Turtle
said, “Here, put it on my back and I will hold it.” Skywoman bent and spread the mud with her
hands across the shell of the turtle. Moved by the extraordinary gifts of the animals, she sang in
thanksgiving and then began to dance, her feet caressing the earth. The land grew and grew as
she danced her thanks, from the dab of mud on Turtle’s back until the whole earth was made.
Not by Skywoman alone, but from the alchemy of all the animals’ gifts coupled with her deep
gratitude. Together they formed what we know today as Turtle Island, our home.

Like any good guest, Skywoman had not come empty-handed. The bundle was still clutched in
her hand. When she toppled from the hole in the Skyworld, she had reached out to grab onto
the Tree of Life that grew there. In her grasp were branches—fruits and seeds of all kinds of
plants. These she scattered onto the new ground and carefully tended each one until the world
turned from brown to green. Sunlight streamed through the hole from the Skyworld, allowing
the seeds to flourish. Wild grasses, flowers, trees, and medicines spread everywhere. And now
that the animals, too, had plenty to eat, many came to live with her on Turtle Island.

It is good to remember that Skywoman was herself an immigrant. She fell a long way from her
home in the Skyworld, leaving behind all who knew her and who held her dear. She could never
go back. Since 1492, most here are immigrants as well, perhaps arriving without even knowing
that Turtle Island rested beneath their feet. Some of my ancestors are Skywoman’s people, and
I belong to them. Some of my ancestors were the newer kind of immigrants, too: a French fur
trader, an Irish carpenter, a Welsh farmer. And here we all are, on Turtle Island, trying to make
a home. Their stories, of arrivals with empty pockets and nothing but hope, resonate with
Skywoman’s. She came here with nothing but a handful of seeds and the slimmest of
instructions to “use your gifts and dreams for good,” – the same instructions we all carry. She
accepted the gifts from the other beings with open hands and used them honorably. She shared
the gifts she brought from Skyworld as she set herself about the business of flourishing, of
making a home.

Perhaps the Skywoman story endures because we too are always falling. Our lives, both
personal and collective, share her trajectory. Whether we jump or are pushed, or the edge of
the known world just crumbles at our feet, we fall, spinning into someplace new and
unexpected. Despite our fears of falling, the gifts of the world stand by to catch us.

As we consider these instructions, it is also good to recall that, when Skywoman arrived here,
she did not come alone. She was pregnant. Knowing her grandchildren would inherit the world
she left behind, she did not work for flourishing in her time only. It was through her actions of
reciprocity as well as the give and take with the land, that the original immigrant became
indigenous. For all of us, becoming indigenous to a place means living as if your children’s
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1- This is an adapted excerpt of the full chapter Skywoman Falling in Braiding Sweetgrass. 2-Adapted from
oral tradition and Shenandoah and George, 1988.
future mattered, to take care of the land as if our lives, both material and spiritual, depended
on it. In the public arena, I’ve heard the Skywoman story told as a bauble of colorful “folklore.”
However, even when it is misunderstood, there is power in the telling. Most of my students
have never heard the origin story of this land where they were born, but when I tell them,
something begins to kindle behind their eyes. Can they, can we all, understand the Skywoman
story not as an artifact from the past but as instructions for the future? Can a nation of
immigrants once again follow her example to become native, to make a home?

In the Western tradition there is a recognized hierarchy of beings, with the humans on top—the
pinnacle of evolution—and the plants at the bottom. But in Native ways of knowing, humans
are often referred to as “the younger brothers of Creation.” We say that humans have the least
experience with how to live and thus the most to learn—we must look to our teachers among
the other species for guidance. Their wisdom is apparent in the way that they live. They teach
us by example. They’ve been on the earth far longer than we have been, and they have had
time to figure things out. They live both above and below ground, joining Skyworld to the earth.
Plants know how to make food and medicine from light and water, and then they give it away.

I like to imagine that when Skywoman scattered her handful of seeds across Turtle Island, she
was sowing sustenance(food) for the body and also for the mind, emotion, and spirit: she was
leaving us teachers. The plants can tell us her story; we need to learn to listen.

Questions to help you reflect on your comprehension of the story:

1. From your understanding of the Skywoman story (which is the origin story of humans and
Land in many Indigenous cultures), what are some essential guiding principles in the
Indigenous way of knowing and living on earth?

In your group of two, uncover at least one principle with reference to the story. Write a short
paragraph in a blank space in the shared doc worksheet (link available in Week 1 folder).

e.g. I believe that “protection and care of other diverse lives in nature“ is an essential
guiding principle in the Indigenous way of living because in the story, Skywoman made
the earth green and full of food and life by planting seeds of diverse plants and tending
them carefully. In other words, to Indigenous peoples who grew up listening to this
origin story, they would believe that human wouldn’t exist without the diverse life in
nature, so taking care of such diversity in nature is vital to their own survival.

2. Read everyone else’s analysis of Indigenous principles of life, What “aha” moments did you
have and why? – These are those important moments of sudden/surprising insight or
inspiration to your own views on the topic or on life. Simply share your “aha” moments in a
conversation with a new partner.
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1- This is an adapted excerpt of the full chapter Skywoman Falling in Braiding Sweetgrass. 2-Adapted from
oral tradition and Shenandoah and George, 1988.
3. Take-home question: What is the origin story of the land where you were born? How are
your world views and principles of life influenced by that story?

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1- This is an adapted excerpt of the full chapter Skywoman Falling in Braiding Sweetgrass. 2-Adapted from
oral tradition and Shenandoah and George, 1988.

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