Found the design on the web. It's taken from a coffee mug. Very traditional Northwest Native American design. And this one is for Lisa who saw Ravens. I found several versions on the net and I liked this one the best.
This is a shared myth up and down the Pacific Northwest Coast. In some versions Raven starts the story with white feathers and either the heat of the light or smoke he flies through to escape turn his feathers black.
RAVEN STEALS THE SUN\
This is an ancient story told on the
Charlotte Islands about how Raven helped to bring the Sun, Moon,
Stars, Fresh Water and Fire to the world.
Long ago, near the beginning of the world, Gray Eagle was the guardian of the Sun, Moon and Stars, of fresh water, and of fire.Gray Eagle hated people so much that he kept these things hidden.People lived in darkness, without fire and without fresh water.
Gray Eagle had a beautiful daughter, and Raven fell in love with her.In the beginning, Raven was a snow-white bird, and as a such, hepleased Gray Eagle’s daughter. She invited him to her father’s longhouse.
When Raven saw the Sun, Moon and stars, and fresh water hanging on the sides of Eagle’s lodge, he knew what he should do. He watched for his chance to seize them when no one was looking. He stole all of them, and a brand of fire also, and flew out of the longhouse through the smoke hole. As soon as Raven got outside he hung the Sun up in the sky. It made so much light that he was able to fly far out to an island in the middle of the ocean. When the Sun set, he fastened the Moon up in the sky and hung the stars around in different places. By this new light he kept on flying, carrying with him the fresh water and the brand of fire he had stolen.
He flew back over the land. When he had reached the right place, hedropped all the water he had stolen. It fell to the ground and therebecame the source of all the fresh-water streams and lakes in the world. Then Raven flew on, holding the brand of fire in his bill. Thesmoke from the fire blew back over his white feathers and made them black. When his bill began to burn, he had to drop the firebrand. It struck rocks and hid itself within them. That is why, if you strike two stones together, sparks of fire will drop out.
Raven’s feathers never became white again after they were blackened by the smoke from the firebrand. That is why Raven is now a black bird.
Legend from Ella E. Clark: Indian Legends of the Pacific Northwest,
Press, 1953. University