This weekend, I’m going to use my day off to go get some spiritual healing. I wanted to go last year but was moving. This year, I am getting to go. I feel my spirit reaching for it already. For some healing may come from church, but for me?
It’s powwow, and I’m going to my favorite one… The Cherokee National Holiday. I’m going to cry, I’m going to let some things go… I’m going to breathe in the sage and sweetgrass and I’m going to soak in the heartbeat of the drum and the soar with the rise and fall of voices singing. I don’t know the words but I feel them deeply.
I am going eat fry bread, recharge my soul and hope that it can sustain me until next year when I will go again. I will wear the regalia I do have and stare longingly at the regalia I don’t have and dream about it while I gnaw on frybread. I will see old friends from previous visits, and eat frybread. I will dance when I’m invited and remember my husband during the gourd dance. I will cry, I will buy and eat frybread….
Did I mention frybread? I can’t wait….
I’ll post pics…