A soft cool breeze whispered Friday night. The circle was formed. Kindling and wood were stacked in the center waiting to be transformed to a blazing bonfire later in the evening.
Seven Clouds drummed and sang for an inter tribal dance. Familiar faces danced the circle, some I've seen for twenty summers. When my daughter was a baby we would stroll around, cheering the dancers, chatting with friends and neighbors and the wonderful vendors. We still do. Life is change, but this tradition continues in a beautifully familiar way.
The peaceful feeling usually lasts a while. It is so good for the spirit.
Seven Clouds drummed and sang for an inter tribal dance. Familiar faces danced the circle, some I've seen for twenty summers. When my daughter was a baby we would stroll around, cheering the dancers, chatting with friends and neighbors and the wonderful vendors. We still do. Life is change, but this tradition continues in a beautifully familiar way.
The peaceful feeling usually lasts a while. It is so good for the spirit.
Wolf Clan ~ Eli Thomas, Onondaga Artist 2007
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