At Indian Summer tonight. Orange half moon hanging in the steamy night sky. After the Grand Entry, everyone was invited to join the dancers on the floor - to make a contribution -both spiritual and monetary - that would be sent on behalf of all to the people of the Gulf Coast struggling with the aftermath of Katrina.
Watching this teeming mass circle the floor - native and non-native peoples - swaying and stomping to the drumming and singing. The tick of time, the beating of hearts, the love of movement and color and sound. We all are one in this.
(photo from palden's stream on flickr...I brought kids, not cameras...)
1 comment:
It sounds like Indian Summer was a wonderful time. You always describe things so pefectly.
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