The Pueblo people of New Mexico have a tradition that the moon has only one eye. Presented here is a retelling of a folktale of how this came called Mother Moon from Pueblo Indian Folk-Stories (1910) collected by Charles Lummis.
In the Pueblo culture the moon was the Moon-Maiden who was named P’áh-hlee-oh. She was most beautiful and was the first woman in the world having neither mother or father, sister or brother. It was from her beauty that all of the seeds of humanity, all life, all love and goodness had their source.
The invisible spirits – the high rulers – known as the Trues made the Sun who was called T’hoor-íd-deh so that he would be the father of all things. T’hoor-íd-deh was alone so the Trues made him a companion who was the first female. Her name was P’áh-hlee-oh, the Moon-Maiden.
P’áh-hlee-oh and T’hoor-íd-deh
From these two the world and all that is in it began. Children came and grew strong and good P’áh-hlee-oh, the Moon-Maiden became Mother Moon, the Mother-all and T’hoor-íd-deh, the Sun became Father-all. They were very happy took turns to watch over their chilodren keeping them safe.
In those far off times P’áh-hlee-oh had two eyes. She saw just as distinctly as T’hoor-íd-deh, the Sun and her glance was just as brilliant as his and the light from their eyes together illuminated the world. In those times there was no night and no darkness, only day so they watched half of the day each.
In those days of continuous light the birds always sang and flew. The flowers never closed and the children sang and played unceasingly for none knew how to rest The Trues looked down and saw that the never ending light was making the young eyes of the children, the birds, animals and the plants tired and heavy. They said,
“All is not well with the world. The children are tired. The animals and birds are tired and so are the plants. We must make it so the Sun and the Moon do not see the same. We must put out one of the eyes of the Sun so that the world is in darkness for half of the time and the children can sleep.”
Therefore they summoned T’hoor-íd-deh and P’áh-hlee-oh and told them their decision. When P’áh-hlee-oh heard this she wept for her husband and begged,
“Please do not take an eye from my strong, handsome husband. Please do not blind the sun. He is the father of our children. How will he be able to watch over them? He is our provider providing game. How will he be able to find game without his bright eyes? Please do not do this. Instead blind me and leave him all-seeing!”
The Trues thought about it and agreed and they took one of her eyes so that she could never again see so brightly.
The night came and the tired world at last rested. Bird, animals and the children all slept for the first time and all was good. The Trues were pleased and they were impressed by the self-sacrifice of P’áh-hlee-oh. So that she should not look ugly they healed her scar and gave to her the beauty. This is the beauty we see in the hearts of mothers and shines from their faces. Now she is lovelier than ever and the Pueblo people sing,
So mother-pale above us
She bends, her watch to keep,
Who of her sight dear-bought the night
To give her children sleep. (1)
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