Thanks
@Moshmen !
What a nice welcome home!
Securing history has been done. I plan to write on it and tell my Grandchildren about the place I see us standing in this year at pow wow. Half of our normal dancers are gone. It’s normally 150-200 of us. We may have had eighty.
Memorials held during the dance, was so hard to stand stoic when one’s heart is full of burning anger. These folks were not “missing” due to the rising cost of living expenses, these folks are missing due to a preventive offered them including a money incentive.
Spirit stolen from the circle. Even my own people humming with low energy.
Nowwww, I do have to share a good giggle with you..
My great niece whom is an old age of three, got away from her Grandmother (my sister) jumped the hay bales and made her happy dancing way into the arena during a men’s traditional dance competition…stuck her little bootie in the air and twerked! I had nooooo idea a three year old could twerk like that! Hell we just had to be coordinated enough to skip a damn rope!
Ohhhhh my goodness!
The crowd was roaring with laughter as I led her out of the circle by the arm with her kicking and screaming. I immediately gave her to her Grandmother and proceeded to act as if I did not know either of them! It raised the energy just from laughing but dangggggg!
The hotel I stayed at was host for a three day long Indian from India wedding. THAT was an experience! The third day, Sunday morning, the groom came riding through the parking lot on a white stallion and made his way to the convention center where the wedding etc was being held..behind that came a music truck. Literally a semi with the capabilities of a Molly Hatchet concert, blaring Indian music, waking the entire hotel at 7 am! Which then roared til ten am when all of the ladies in special dresses stop twirling.
Many very unhappy guests at the Hotel..me, I went to my car and had a nice smoke as the sun came up, had front row seating to the festivities, which I had no idea were planned.
My traveling buddy and I had took a stone cruise Fri evening into some of my old stomping grounds, caught a hell of a buzz, came back and watched the ladies get henna painted for the wedding. I was amused by all of it. Most others were as well until the seven am concert in the parking lot on Sunday morning.
What a trip..one I won’t forget for so many different reasons.
Happy to be home and back on the corner.