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I went to a Pow Wow in Oklahoma. My first. I was told it would be hot. I was told it would be long. That first night, the proud and the beautiful came out in their finest. In their souls beat the drums of their ancestors. They started the ceremony. I watched in awe. The music lifted me, it saddened me, too. I kept feeling like I was being drawn in. That something was whispering to me, to let loose and just "Become". I have Native American blood in my veins, but not as much as these proud and wonderful people. I felt for a moment that I didn't belong. I felt alone. The music got louder and I closed my eyes. I remembered how my Indian grandmothers looked. Their hard lives etched on their faces. I hesitantly went out to dance when my son asked. The rhythm was natural, was peaceful. I soon danced, shoulder to shoulder with these beautiful people. We were all deep in our own personal dances. Our own spiritual cleansing. At least, for me. For once, I felt like I belonged! I came back from that trip, different. I came back feeling whole. I was connected to this wonderful place. I am Cherokee. I am Iroquois. I am a proud Native American woman. And no one can take that from me! |
Copyrighted: 2002, ~ HOOVERCHILD ~
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