Like a flash he appears in the life of one who honours and respects him and who requires his otherworldly help. Today, he finds himself in the kitchen of a humble woman making soup out of only a few very simple ingredients. He knows she is worried that there will not be enough to feed her hungry family and that her dish will possess little flavour.
When her back is turned he perches on the edge of the soup pot and gives it two big stirs — one for abundance and one to make it irresistibly tasty. As a final gift to this woman who has been aware of him since she was a girl, he adds a few herbs gathered under the light of the full moon which will guarantee good dreams to all who sit at her table this night.
High, high above the green and blue earth lives the Cloud Mover. A small fellow, prone to worry, he takes his responsibility to not let the clouds stay in one place for too long with the utmost seriousness.
At the same time he loves how close he is to the Creator, who alone gives him the inner knowing of when particular clouds need to move along to make way for the sun’s rays to reach the ground.
When this crucial time arrives, the Cloud Mover calls softly to the wind and directs the blowing air to the part of the sky requiring a change. Working in unity with the Creator, the wind, the clouds, and the sun gives him a great deal of satisfaction and occasionally turns his concerned expression into a relaxed smile.
"My father, Andrew Maracle Sr., was an international lecturer and historian dealing with the folklore, culture, and customs of native North Americans.
My mother, Lillian Maracle, was a gifted artist with pencil and brush. With this combination of talents flowing in my veins, I have an inherent foundation on which to develop my own abilities as a sculptor.
Visit the Art Gallery often to enjoy the native works and new carvings by Thomas B. Maracle.