A day in the country
We went to a pow-wow today. We followed some signs that started in the middle of a small town that's about twenty minutes away. After making a bunch of left turns that brought us further and further into seemingly nowhere, we finally took a right that landed us in a Sports Club parking lot. The sound of drums drifted over hamburger tents, buildings, and cars and landed itself smack in the middle of Henry's brain, who stopped in his tracks as soon as it registered exactly what that sound was. We watched some of the dancing, then wandered around the vendor booths, then settled down with some food to watch more dancing and to let Henry have a chance to play with his new calfskin/coffee tin drum, which will hopefully hold up better than the two other drums he's managed to completely destroy since last November.
If we had remembered to bring our camera, you might be regaled with pictures of yours truly stomping around the dance arena. Fortunately we forgot it. I did break my shoe right at the beginning so I ended up doing most of the dancing barefoot, which forced me to have at least some connection with the earth, which is only fitting for that type of dance.
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Ahh... now we know from where Henry's "little hippie boy" comes. I can see you now... long hair flowing in soft curls down your back, long skirts billowing in the circles you dance, long slender feet patting out swirls in the dirt beneath them.
(Just like his earth-mama grandmother. -Sean)
Posted by: Debbie | June 24, 2008 02:09 PM
That description definitely sounds more like you than me.
Long slender feet? Soft curls? Do you know me at all?
Posted by: Jenn | June 24, 2008 02:50 PM