Rewriting the Script

Here’s a myth I heard again recently that continues to echo through me days later. Its symbolism feels deeply aligned with this stage of my awakening—and I don’t believe in coincidences.

In the story, Raven was once a clever, white bird living in a world shrouded in darkness. People survived by firelight, unaware that the sun, moon, and stars had been stolen and hidden away by a greedy chieftain who wanted to keep the beauty of light for himself.

But Raven knew this wasn’t right. Using his wit and courage, he stole back the stars and returned them to the sky, then the moon. And last the sun, which cost him—he almost got caught and the effort scorched his beak and feathers black. Though he succeeded in restoring the light to the world, Raven was forever changed.

I feel a deep connection to Raven’s energy.

I sense that something vital is missing from the world — hidden, hoarded, unknown. I know what it’s like to move through the dark, colorless and unseen, yet aware that what’s missing needs to be restored. To use skills I’ve been given to recover the light and share it. To take the risk of revealing what’s been hidden, even if it changes me in the process.

Raven’s black feathers symbolize the shadows I’ve come to embrace. My darkness isn’t something to hide — it’s part of my story. I’ve journeyed through something real.

What light have you reclaimed from your own shadows?