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The Haudenosaunee Story of The Seven Brothers


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In many cultures, stories passed down through the generations explain how the world got to be the way it is. The Haudenosaunee people of Northeastern North America have a story about how the star cluster known as the Pleiades came to be, told by Perry Ground, Turtle Clan member of the Onondaga Nation of the Haudenosaunee. (05:54)

Evergreen, A Cherokee Myth


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A Cherokee myth, told here by storyteller Diane Edgecomb, explains why pines, spruces and firs stay green year-round. She joins Host Steve Curwood to talk about the value of bringing old stories alive for people -- what she calls “living myth” – and how stories have accumulated around this time of year, the winter Solstice, when in the Northern Hemisphere the Sun stands still on the horizon for three short days and three long nights. (06:15)

Ceyx and Alcyone, The Coming of the Days of Peace


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Storyteller Diane Edgecomb performs the Greek myth “Ceyx and Alcyone” about the origin of Halcyon birds, also known as kingfishers. The ancients noticed these birds would appear during the “Halcyon Days” when the seas became calm, around the time of the winter Solstice. She also discusses with Host Steve Curwood how stories can help illuminate why we take part in old traditions at this time of year such as putting up lights, decorating evergreens, and hanging mistletoe. (36:09)

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HOSTS: Steve Curwood

GUESTS: Diane Edgecomb, Perry Ground

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CURWOOD: From PRX – this is Living On Earth.

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CURWOOD: I’m Steve Curwood.

Today we’re kicking back to celebrate the winter solstice with music and stories, including a tale about the origin of the Pleiades.

GROUND: The next day they returned to the woods and once again started to sing and dance and give thanksgivings for everything in the world around them. As they were dancing, their feet felt lighter and lighter, as if they were lifting off of the Turtle Island, up towards the sky.

[MUSIC: Diane Edgecomb, Margot Chamberlain and Tom Megan, “Midwinter Blossom” on The Winter Solstice in Story and Song]

CURWOOD: These stories can uplift us and ground us, too.

EDGECOMB: I’ve found that, when people hear the story of origin, let’s say, of an element of nature, how a place came to be or a certain time of year, their feelings become aligned with it and they see its meaning and its significance.

CURWOOD: That’s this week on Living on Earth. Stick around!

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[NEWSBREAK MUSIC: Boards Of Canada “Zoetrope” from “In A Beautiful Place Out In The Country” (Warp Records 2000)]

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The Haudenosaunee Story of The Seven Brothers

CURWOOD: From PRX and the Jennifer and Ted Stanley Studios at the University of Massachusetts Boston, this is Living on Earth. I’m Steve Curwood.

[MUSIC: Diane Edgecomb, Margot Chamberlain and Tom Megan, “Waiting for Snow” on The Winter Solstice in Story and Song]

CURWOOD: As the northern half of Earth tilts the furthest away from the sun, we like to lean away from the relentless news cycle for a moment, to bring you stories and songs that help ground us in the endless cycles of our planet. In many cultures, stories passed down through the generations explain how the world got to be the way it is. And the Haudenosaunee people of Northeastern North America have a story about how the star cluster known as the Pleiades came to be, told now by Perry Ground, Turtle Clan member of the Onondaga Nation of the Haudenosaunee.

GROUND: This is the Haudenosaunee story of the seven dancing brothers. Well, we say this story happened a long, long time ago, back when the great Turtle Island was brand new. Great Turtle Island is what the Haudenosaunee people historically known as the Iroquois Confederacy. Great Turtle Island is what we call this place that we live on. Most people call it Earth, but great Turtle Island comes from our story of how the whole world was created. Back when the great Turtle Island was new, there was a group of seven brothers who would go out into the woods each and every day, and they would dance and sing and give thanks for everything in the world around them, but one day, the oldest brother started to sing a song that was different, a magical song, and the boys loved singing and dancing this new song. But when they went home, they were very, very hungry, so they asked their mother for food that they could take out with them into the forest the next day, while they were singing and dancing, but their mother said, "no," that the food needed to be saved so that the people could eat throughout the winter.

The boys were disappointed, but the next day, they returned to the woods and once again, started to sing and dance and give thanksgivings for everything in the world around them. As they were dancing, their feet felt lighter and lighter as if they were lifting off of the Turtle Island up towards the sky. Well, they went home again that night, and they asked their mother once again for some food for the next day so that they could spend more time singing and dancing. But again, their mother said, "No, the food is for everyone. We must save it so that we can eat through the winter." Well, the boys went out for the third day of dancing, and this time the oldest brother was upset, and he said, "I can't believe that our mother will not give us this food so that we can sing and dance. I think I am going to sing a different song, a magical, powerful song." Well, the oldest brother started to sing, and as he was singing, his brothers started to dance, and as they were singing and dancing to this magical song, their feet felt lighter and lighter and lighter, and soon they realized that they were lifting off of the ground. They were dancing up towards the sky. "Don't look down!" yelled the oldest brother, "keep on singing and dancing and we'll go higher and higher." Well, the oldest brother continued to beat his drum, and the brothers lifted higher and higher into the air. Soon they were above the trees and above the long houses that made up their village. The people of the village heard the singing, and they came out and looked up into the sky. They saw that the brothers were going higher and higher. The mother called out, "Come back, come back! Please, don't leave! I'll give you some food so that you can sing and dance!" But the oldest brother said, "Brothers, keep on dancing. Do not look down. We must go higher." And he continued to sing his powerful song. The brothers continued to dance higher and higher up into the sky, but their mother called out one more time, asking them to come back down.

Youngest brother, he was very sad to leave his family, and so he looked down for one final glance at his mother. But when he looked down, he broke the magical spell, and he started to fall down through the sky. He became a shooting star. Well, those other brothers continued higher and higher and higher into the sky, above the clouds and into the sky world. There they were transformed into stars, a group of stars still dancing up above us to this day. When the Haudenosaunee see those brothers dancing up in the wintertime sky, after the solstice, those brothers reach the highest point above us, and the Haudenosaunee know that it is time to begin the new year. It is the signal for our mid-winter ceremony where we cover last year's fire and begin a new year. And we tell that story of the seven dancing brothers to this day, what many people call the constellation of Pleiades, which we see after the winter solstice.

Related links:
- Follow Perry Ground on Facebook
- Rochester Institute of Technology | “Newsletter September 2021 Meet Perry Ground – The 2021-2022 Minett Professor”
- Learn more about the Haudenosaunee Confederacy
- Learn more about Haudenosonee culture through the Iroquois Museum.
- Learn more about Haudenosonee culture through the Ganondagan State Historic Site.
- Learn more about Haudenosonee culture through the Woodland Cultural Center.

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[MUSIC: Margot Chamberlain and Tom Megan, “Waiting for Snow” on The Winter Solstice in Story and Song]

Evergreen, A Cherokee Myth

CURWOOD: That’s Haudenosaunee storyteller Perry Ground. Now if you’ve ever wondered why pines, spruces and firs stay green year-round, well, there’s also a story for that. Storyteller Diane Edgecomb shares the Cherokee myth of the Evergreen.

EDGECOMB: When the plants and trees were first created, they were given a task to stay awake for seven days and seven nights. The first day and night, all of the plants and trees stayed wide awake and the second day and night as well. But, on the third night and the dawning of the fourth day, most of the plants and many of the smaller trees had fallen fast asleep. Who would be able to stay awake and keep watch for seven days and seven nights. But, on the seventh night and the dawning of the eighth day, there stood the cedar, the pine, the spruce, the fir, the hemlock, the ewe, the Laurel, the Holly and the Ivy. You have endured a voice said, and you shall be given a gift. All the other plants and trees will lose their leaves and sleep the winter long, but you shall never lose your leaves or their green color. You shall provide a shelter for the birds and animals from the harshest winds, and you shall remind the people that even during the darkest times, something remains strong. You shall be ever green.

CURWOOD: And Diane Edgecomb is here with us. Welcome back to Living on Earth, Diane!

EDGECOMB: Thank you very much, Steve, it's lovely to be here.

CURWOOD: So Diane, you've been a storyteller for over what 30 years? What kind of stories do you like to tell?

EDGECOMB: Well, there's always an occasion for a story. And of course, there's a lot of understanding in the culture of personal stories and the value of personal stories. And I do tell stories to children as well. I, I think anyone who doesn't tell stories to children is just missing one of the most beautiful things in the world. But one of the most important things I try to do as a storyteller is to tell the old stories that have to do with how something in nature came to be. And stories are kind of a doorway to understanding, and I found that when people hear the story of origin, let's say, of an element of nature, how a place came to be, or a certain time of year, their feelings become aligned with it, and they see its meaning and its significance. So, I call some of what I'm doing. I call it living myth, and I try to have those old stories really live again for people.

CURWOOD: So, telling stories time of year, we're speaking as we approach the winter solstice, the day that, or the days actually the sun stands still, and up here in the northern hemisphere, it's pretty cold.

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EDGECOMB: It's wonderfully seasonably cold. I'm really enjoying it, and I do find that the solstice is one of the times where stories really have accumulated around it, no matter where you live. There is this moment when the sun has been progressing along the horizon, and then it -- Sun stands still. Solstice, it rises and sets at the same point. And people wanted to tune to that. It's a very serious time of year, and so they told some of their most incredible myths at this time about the birds and animals that might do something different at this time, and also about the meaning of light. What does it mean to come out of the darkness and into light and still experience the darkness, because we put up a lot of holiday lights, but we also want to tune with our feelings at this time of year, and that is something serious, because we're feeling the darkness.

CURWOOD: Diane Edgecomb will be back soon to share a Greek myth about this time of peace around the solstice. As we head to a short break here’s a piece from her CD, The Winter Solstice in Story and Song, performed with musicians Margot Chamberlain and Tom Megan, and recorded by Tom Eaton.

Related links:
- Learn more about Diane Edgecomb
- Purchase “The Winter Solstice in Story and Song” Double CD from Diane Edgecomb’s website

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[MUSIC: Margot Chamberlain and Tom Megan, “Banish Night” on The Winter Solstice in Story and Song]

CURWOOD: Don't you go away because we've got more of our winter solstice special just ahead, keep listening to living on earth.

ANNOUNCER: Support for Living on Earth comes from the Waverley Street Foundation, working to cultivate a healing planet with community-led programs for better food, healthy farmlands, and smarter building, energy and businesses.

[CUTAWAY MUSIC: Margot Chamberlain and Tom Megan, “Holly and the Ivy” on The Winter Solstice in Story and Song]

Ceyx and Alcyone, The Coming of the Days of Peace

CURWOOD: It’s Living on Earth, I’m Steve Curwood.

We are back now with storyteller Diane Edgecomb. So, please Diane tell us about the next story you have for us today. Why this one in particular?

EDGECOMB: Well, it's a wonderful old Greek myth, a very little known myth, and the title is Ceyx and Alcyone, The Coming of the Days of Peace. And this story came to me in some form when I was 12 years old. So I always felt like it was a story that, in a way, I was meant to tell, because I read a fragment in an Audubon Society pamphlet on these birds and what happened to them at the winter solstice, and then I forgot about it. And years later, when I was working with Solstice myths, I thought, what was that fragment of story when I was 12 years old? And the amazing thing is that I still had those pages. I mean, how many things do you save from childhood? But there was another synchronistic thing too, which is the Celtic Harper that I work with, Margo Chamberlain. She had encountered a lot of early music in her travels and work, and she had these beautiful Greek songs that she'd always loved and had nothing to do with them, and we married them with the story, and it became this incredible weave. And so that's the story that we'd like to have for you today along Margot Chamberlain myself, and also Tom Megan, my husband, who plays many, many instruments on the piece,

CURWOOD: And once again, the title of the story?

EDGECOMB: Ceyx and Alcyone, The Coming of the Days of Peace.

Ceyx and Alcyone: The Coming of the Days of Peace adapted and retold by Diane Edgecomb © 2021

EDGECOMB: You may have heard the saying, Halcyon Days. Halcyon Days, meaning Days of Peace. The story behind that phrase comes from ancient Greece, where at the time of the winter solstice, a mysterious thing happens. At that time, small blue and white Halcyon birds arrive to nest by the shore and the seas are calm for them. There are never any winds. That they say is the "Coming of the Days of Peace."

[Margot Chamberlain sings]

EDGECOMB: Ancient Greece: the landscape of myth, where every natural force, every mysterious power, wears the mask of a God. Hypnos, the God who rules over your sleep, sending dreams in the night. Eros, the childlike God who plays with your love life. And Zeus, king of Olympus and his wife, Queen Hera, highest of all the gods and rulers over the fate of every mortal. You can try to propitiate the gods. You can try to influence them with your prayers and your sacrifices, but do not think that you are above them, for then you commit the sin they hate the most: pride, hubris. For that, they will strike you down. Every force of nature, the face of a God, even the winds, are known and named. Erus, who brings the warm rains from the East. Notus from the South, so cloaked in fog you hardly notice him. And gentle Zephyrus from the West, who arrives with all the little Zephyrs in tow. And Boreas cruel storm wind from the North, whose howling scream strikes fear in every sailor's heart. To guard and contain the winds, Zeus has chosen Aeolus: tireless, agile, every muscle tuned for service, loyal Aeolus to watch over them all.

[SFX harp music]

EDGECOMB: He gathers the winds on his hollow floating island where he lives with his only daughter, Alcyone, lovely Alcyone, but she is every day alone. Her father is restless, never at her side. "Father, come here. I want to show you--." "I have no time to see. The winds can arise at any moment, and it takes all my cunning to capture them."

[Margot Chamberlain sings, SFX harp music]

EDGECOMB: His focus is only on the winds. He can feel the slightest trace of a whisper, and he sets out his traps. "Traps! No they are toys to entice them, leaves that they can rustle, sails that they can billow. For the winds are scientists. They are engineers. They want to know, how much can I fill this sail before I tear it? How far can I push that swing? They're downfall is their curiosity. They have to see around every corner, and when the winds come tearing around the bend, surprise, I capture them in my magic sacks. There is no bad day to catch a wind, but when I sense Boreas, Alcyone, run for the cave! Boreas wants only to destroy. Shall I tell you how I trick him? I use myself as bait, hiding behind me a special sack, soft as rain, strong as grief, forged from human tears. Come and get me, Boreas, you can't resist. Come and when he attacks, I catch him, twisting that sack into a figure eight hole. In there, Boreas, howl for eternity until the gods should call you forth again." Aeolus drags his sacks deep into Island caves where they lie, numbered and named, according to force, according to scent, according to danger.

[harp music and vocals stop]

EDGECOMB: Only the Zephyrs, those gentle breezes, he allows those to roam free, for they are his daughter's only companions. They loved to play around her, to make her laugh, tease her out of her sadness, and they encouraged her to race with them, run, run as fast as she could to the edge of the island, all the while whispering, "Alcyone, there is another world beyond this one. You cannot see but look beyond. Imagine there are people, there are others." But though she would run to the edge of the island and look, she could never see another living soul, sometimes a ship she would see, but they would never come near her island, for that was the home of the terrible storm winds. Those were her worst days. When Zeus commanded her father to let loose the winds of vengeance, "Father, please do not set them free. The Zephyrs have told me there are others on that ship. There are people." "Stand back, Daughter. What is this pride? I do as the Gods command. That's why I have dinner with Zeus and Hera twice monthly. Now stand back! The storm winds but howl past Alcyone. She would be bent over, tears streaming down her face, not just from the force of the wind, but from knowing the damage that they would do. Sweet Alcyone.

[SFX harp music]

EDGECOMB: She could not stop Zeus. She could not even stay her own father's hand. She told her troubles to the Zephyrs and those winds, you know they listened, and not only to her words. They heard what was silent in her heart, and they knew she was so lonely. So the Zephyrs went in search. They went in search of someone who would be brave enough, someone who knew the winds and the waters well enough, someone who would dare come near that island, and they found him. And wouldn't you know, he was a bachelor. So it was one day, "Father, come down to the shore. There is a ship!" "How can that be? No one would dare come near this island." "But there is, Father. Come see!" It was a vessel of many sails, such as a king would have. There, coming up the hill was Ceyx, the young king of Thessaly. Oh, the Zephyrs had told him that he must come to this island to rescue this young woman. But they could never tell him he would fall hopelessly, completely and forever in love with her.

[harp music ends]

EDGECOMB: What could her father do but release a wind steady and sure to send them? On their way. "Farewell, Father! Don't work too hard. Get some rest." Oh, Alcyone entered a world she never could have imagined. Everything delighted her, and Ceyx saw everything new through her eyes. She loved to sit for hours in the rose garden, taking in the colors and the different scents, and he would companion her. He loved her compassionate heart, and the people loved her too. After they had been together a year, he gave to her a soft blue gown with cloud-white edging, and when she put it on, the royal blue the same color as her eyes, it took his breath away. "Alcyone you are so beautiful. You should be queen of the gods." "Do not say that, Ceyx." "But you should be. I am as happy as Zeus. We are as happy as Zeus and Hera." "Happier. We are so much happier than they." As soon as she said it, she wished she had not. Oh, those words that tumble from our lips and we can never take them back. She never forgot that moment, because after that, their fortunes changed. Ceyx's ships, lost at sea, their crops that they needed for food and barter decimated by drought. Then there was the day Ceyx called to her in a voice she had never heard from him before. His only brother had been found dead upon the road. "How can that be?" "Yes. How can it be? He was not ill, he was not wounded. Alcyone, something is terribly wrong. I fear that we have angered the gods. I am going to consult the oracle at Delphi. It will be a sea voyage of, of many, many days, but I must go. I must know what sacrifice they would demand of me." "Then I will go with you. Please. Let me go with you. Then if something happens, it will happen to us both together." "I want you to wait for me here. Wait for me. I swear I will return to you." She held onto his hands, not believing his words. Tears filled her eyes, yet bravely, she nodded.

[SFX drums]

EDGECOMB: At once, preparations for the voyage began. A lucky ship they chose that had weathered many storms and brought all home safe and strong men from the kingdom would do the rowing until the sails were lifted at last. And so with ship and crew of the best, the boat was launched and the men rowed out towards the open water. Ceyx watched Alcyone as the ship pulled away. She was standing atop the ramparts where they often walked before. And as the men rode and rode, their muscles straining to pull the ship away, Ceyx's heart sank, for truly, there was nothing in him but his fears pushing him onward. And behind him, dressed in the blue gown he gave her, it was Alcyone. Almost she seemed to merge with the sky or lift up into the air. So great was her longing to follow him. At last he could see his beloved wife, no longer. Still, he watched, and still she watched, and as she watched, his ship melted into the haze of the horizon. The command was given to hoist the sails, and soon the ship was winging its way swiftly across the open waters. For two days, they traveled strong and sure, but on the third day, storm clouds.

[SFX harp music]

EDGECOMB: Blown on fierce winds were headed their way, causing the gray seas to grow turbulent, to grow rough, coaxing and playing them into froth. It was the hand of Zeus that sealed their fate. It was Zeus that commanded Alycone's father to let loose Boreas, the most ferocious of the storm winds that day, fast and howling as vengeance they came. When they hit the ship, it shuddered, keeling almost over, its sails dragging into the sea. Ceyx shouted, "Strip down the sails! The ship will be lost! Take them down!" Ceyx shouted, but the wind threw his words back in his face, that it was every man for himself. The torrent was so sudden, so complete with waves, so gigantic, that at first the ship would go down into a deep trough and then billow up on the next, tossed and tossed until at last, with a great groaning sound, it shuddered, cracked and began to go under, each man grasping for a bit of driftwood before they were towed under in the wake of the great vessel, Ceyx, drowning at the very last, called out, "Alcyone, I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

CURWOOD: We’ll be back in a moment with more from Diane Edgecomb and the story of Ceyx and Alcyone. Keep listening to Living on Earth’s winter solstice special!

[MUSIC: Margot Chamberlain and Tom Megan, “Lay Down Your Burden” on The Winter Solstice in Story and Song]

ANNOUNCER: Support for Living on Earth comes from the estate of Rosamund Stone Zander - celebrated painter, environmentalist, and author of The Art of Possibility – who inspired others to see the profound interconnectedness of all living things, and to act with courage and creativity on behalf of our planet. Support also comes from Sailors for the Sea and Oceana. Helping boaters race clean, sail green and protect the seas they love. More information @sailorsforthesea.org.

[MUSIC: Margot Chamberlain and Tom Megan, “Waiting for Snow” on The Winter Solstice in Story and Song]

CURWOOD: It’s Living on Earth, I’m Steve Curwood. Let's continue now with our winter solstice story from Diane Edgecomb. Ceyx and Alcyone are deeply in love, but they’ve gone a step too far. The couple has dared to compare their joy to that of the Gods. And in retaliation, Zeus has thrown Ceyx from his ship into the sea.

EDGECOMB: Alcyone knew nothing, only that he had promised to return, and she must wait.

[SFX harp music]

EDGECOMB: Every morning would find her down at the shore to see if in the night his ship had arrived, her beloved had returned. She would stand as close as she could to see if she could hear some news in the lapping of the waves, in the slow shifting of the tides. Oft she felt them, the gentle winds she had known since childhood, almost those breezes, they seemed to want to lift her up and show her the course of her beloved. Every day she gave gifts and sacrifices to Hera, praying as the smoke rose, "Please Hera, as the smoke of this sacrifice rises, let Ceyx's way be safe. Let the skies be clear. As you feel the sacrifice come to you, do not forget your most devoted follower, Hera, protectress, of those who are married, send him home safe to me."

[harp music stops]

EDGECOMB: And on Olympus, Hera did not know why, but this woman's voice, it touched her in a way she had never felt before, almost, almost she felt human emotion. "Zeus, how can it be that this one who, with her pride, angered us so much, is now my most devoted follower? She should not be propitiating me. She should be performing the funeral rites for her husband, they must be performed." Hera decided to intercede, to send to Alcyone a dream, a vision.

[SFX harp music]

EDGECOMB: "Iris! Fly down your rainbow path, go to the darkened cave where Hypnos, the god of sleep slumbers. Rouse him and tell him this from me. Tell him to send to Alcyone a dream of the untimely death of her husband."

EDGECOMB: So with arms raised, Iris slid down her rainbow path, soft as the dawn. She entered that airless cave, her iridescent light illuminating the great slumbering form of Hypnos. Oh, the intoxicating bellows of his lungs, snoring in and snoring out.

[SFX snoring]

EDGECOMB: Iris almost fell under his spell, but she kept to her task, rousing Hypnos to heed Hera's request.

[SFX yawning]

EDGECOMB: "It shall be done." Hypnos turned to give delivery of that dream to Morpheus.

[harp music stops]

EDGECOMB: Morpheus who can assume the shape of any mortal, Morpheus who can imitate the gate, the manner, the voice.

[SFX harp music]

EDGECOMB: Morpheus tuned to the form of Ceyx, and stepping through dream's gate of polished horn, he was instantly by Alcyone's bed. "Alcyone, my beloved wife." "Ohh!" And in a dream, she saw her husband, the same clothes he had worn the day he left, but now they were rags, drenched and torn, and his beloved body changed from days in the water, but it was him, his voice. His every movement was his. "Alcyone, I am drowned, drowned. I beseech you, perform the funeral rites for me so that I may enter the kingdom of the dead. Do not forget me, my beloved wife, I beseech you. I am drowned." And he was gone. Her eyes searched the empty room. "Ohh!" Tears came and would not stop, and she wept into the night at her dream.

[harp music stops]

EDGECOMB: The next morning, she dressed in the soft blue gown Ceyx had given her. She would look for his ship one last time before wearing forever garments of black, for she believed this dream. She knew it was her husband come to her. She knew in her heart he was gone.

[SFX drums]

EDGECOMB: Head high, she walked out of the palace. Alone she climbed the steps to the ramparts from where she had watched his ship depart. The gentle breezes touched her hair. How could they be so sweet? How could the day be so beautiful? The day she felt her love was gone forever. Were her eyes weak from crying?

[SFX harp music joins percussion music]

EDGECOMB: She thought she saw something floating in the water. The wind grew stronger, bringing that floating something closer, and then a cry escaped her. It was a person drowned wearing the same colors her husband had warned the day he left. It was Ceyx. Ceyx drowned. She stumbled forward and let out an anguished cry. On Olympus, Hera. Hera, when she heard that cry, suddenly, in that moment, Hera, the goddess, felt what humans feel when they lose their loved ones: the sorrow, the loss, the terrible emptiness. She turned to Zeus with this new emotion in her eyes, to Zeus whose anger had caused this parting, and she saw that Zeus was moved as well. [Gasp!] There it came. Another terrible cry. Alcyone had jumped or she had fallen. She was tumbling off the ramparts, falling swiftly down through the sky, as though to meet her husband in death. "Zeus!" called out Hera, "intercede!" Zeus held out his hands, and now in his hands, Alcyone fell, and within his hands, he changed her smaller and more nimble. He made her with hollow bird-like bones. He refashioned her her blue and white garments. He softened and softened into blue and white feathers and her aching heart. He quickened it until it beat and beat faster and faster until it became the trembling heart of a bird. He transformed her into the very first Halcyon bird that flew out over the waters circling Ceyx's body, her wing tips almost brushing his body, till with a bird's screaming cry, it flew out to sea. And Zeus raised his hand once more and decreed that Ceyx gain life, breathe once more, not as a mortal, but as a companion bird. He fashioned another blue and white Halcyon bird that flew out, flew over the waters to comfort its desperate mate.

[percussion music ends]

[SFX harp music continues]

EDGECOMB: Then Zeus and Hera together spread out their hands, and that sea became glassy, calm and full of peace, for their meeting, for their reuniting, the sweet, loving, Halcyon birds. We know them as Kingfisher birds, but they are the same delicate blue and white birds. In the Mediterranean, they nest during the time of the winter solstice. The Greeks call those days Halcyon Days, for at that time, the sea is calm like a mirror, reflecting the moment when there was real understanding between gods and mortals. And for a while, mercy, Sweet Mercy, reigned.

[Margot Chamberlain sings, SFX harp music]

CURWOOD: Well. Thank you so much Diane for this wonderful story.

EDGECOMB: It's my pleasure to tell. It my pleasure to be here, and I hope everyone delves more deeply into these old myths of origin, because there's a lot of treasures there that help us to feel nature in the way that we know that it is a very spiritual essence.

CURWOOD: And the days of peace sounds like something we all need right now, doesn't it Diane?

EDGECOMB: I love that the story has this message of compassion and this message of mercy. And really, I feel like the story tells us we should open ourselves up to what we hear around us, so as just as the gods did, they heard the cries of Alcyone, and I think of that when I hear the cry of a bird, how beautiful it is and how it can move you, and also the cries of our fellow people, that we should really remain open and compassionate, and we need that in these days.

CURWOOD: Today's program is centered around Winter Solstice stories. What do you think people miss about the meaning of this special time of year?

EDGECOMB: Well, this winter solstice really needs to be a time for gathering, and I think that what people miss is why we're doing some of the things that we're doing at this time of the year. For instance, why do we put up lights? Why do we celebrate the evergreens? And really, if we understand the story that goes along with it, that the evergreens symbolize, they really symbolize this enduring power that can go through the winter. Then when we put them up, we know more the reason behind it. There's also elements in the solstice for the mistletoe that that really was a plant that was supposed to be raised on high, to remind us to forgive past wrongs at this time of year. So gathering around a fire, being together, bringing forth our own inner lights. We put up festive lights, but our inner lights of joy and generosity, knowing that that is what we are have been doing from time immemorial. At the solstice is really helpful. We can bring our whole selves to it. Then it's not just say. Why am I doing this?

CURWOOD: There was a time in human history where we would have paid a lot more attention to the solstice. I believe you say it actually lasts for three nights?

EDGECOMB: Yes, it was a three day, three night festival. And of course, that's because, if you think about and I really encourage people to use your own home, your own dwelling, as a Stonehenge, and see where the sun is rising every day, see where it's setting, because at the time of the solstice, it's like a pendulum has swung all the way to its furthest point. That's the sun on the horizon has swung the furthest south, and then it rises at the same place for three days and sets at the same place for three nights. And that's considered one of these doorway times in nature where things can enter, and what we want to enter is our energy. We want to give the sun energy to come back, so that the pendulum swing comes back and order is restored again.

CURWOOD: Ceyx and Alcyone is part of Diane Edgecomb CD The Winter Solstice in Story and Song, performed with musicians Margo Chamberlain and Tom Megan and recorded by Tom Eaton. Thanks so much for this story Diane.

EDGECOMB: Oh, thank you for having me. I really enjoy your program.

CURWOOD: And we’ll leave you with one more of their songs. This one’s called “The Fertile Darkness”.

Related links:
- Learn more about Diane Edgecomb
- Purchase “The Winter Solstice in Story and Song” Double CD from Diane Edgecomb’s website

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[MUSIC: Margot Chamberlain and Tom Megan, “The Fertile Darkness” on The Winter Solstice in Story and Song]

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