The night the moon stopped shining
🌙 The Moon that watched over the living
In the beginning, the Moon shone with a soft, almost living light.
Every night, she would go down to the rivers, talk to the women, listen to the children's prayers.
She brought dreams, signs, messages.
But over time, humans stopped listening.
They looked at her without respect, without a word, like a useless mirror.
Then, the Moon felt her heart crack.
💔 The Child and the Arrow
One winter evening, a young boy, to impress his clan, shot an arrow towards the sky.
The arrow flew so high that it touched the moon.
A silver tear fell to the earth, burning the snow.
And the wounded Moon became veiled.
From that night on, she never spoke to humans again.
Its light became cold, distant, almost sad.
🌘 The wounded sky
The elders said:
" When the moon fell silent, the world lost the power of dreams ."
The shamans were still trying to listen to her whispers through the smoke of the sacred fires.
Sometimes, a woman would hear his voice in the wind and silently shed a tear.
But the Moon never answered again.
She had retreated into the realm of memory, waiting for a pure heart to restore her confidence.
🕊️ The return of the light
It is said that one day, a child looked up at the moon and whispered:
" I can still hear you, even when you're not speaking. "
That night, the Moon smiled again, and its brilliance returned stronger than before.
Since then, its phases reflect its mood: sometimes full of love, sometimes hidden by pain, but always there.
This legend carries the same teachings as those transmitted by indigenous spiritual objects.Creations inspired by the spirit of legends
Each piece is handcrafted on the Nitassinan by the Ilnu craftsman Dave Verreault-Thisselmagan.
Indigenous dreamcatchers
Protection • Dreams • Guidance
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