A feather fell from the sky. And everything changed.
🌤️ The sign
This was back when birds still spoke to humans.
A young girl named Niska was walking alone in the forest, looking for plants for her sick grandmother.
As she looked up, a light crossed the sky and a golden feather gently landed on her hand.
The feather vibrated, light as the wind but hot as fire.
Niska felt a presence in her heart, a whisper, a promise.
" Keep me close to you," said the voice. "I am the memory of heaven. "
🌾 The donation
Back in the village, Niska placed the feather on her grandmother's bed.
The old woman opened her eyes and smiled.
The healers saw in this feather a sign sent by the spirits, a message from the world above.
From that day on, the young girl heard the whispers of the wind.
When someone was suffering, the pen shone.
When someone lied, she became gloomy.
But one day, a stranger from the South came to the village and wanted to buy the feather.
He promised wealth and power, but Niska refused.
Then the wrath of heaven arose: a powerful wind swept through the valley.
🌬️ A message from heaven
When the storm subsided, the feather was gone.
In its place, a single word was engraved in the earth:
"The sky is not for sale."
The ancients understood that the pen had been sent to remind men that every spiritual gift is a loan, and that true wealth cannot be bought.
🌈 The memory of the pen
Every time a bird loses a feather, the children of the North still say:
" Someone, somewhere, receives a message from heaven. "
And on some summer evenings, when the light changes, you would swear you see a golden feather floating in the air, just before the wind calms down.
Legends remind us that speech, gesture, and creation are linked by the same sacred spirit.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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