These are the descendants of the foremothers and forefathers of America.
The indigenous, original Americans.
It's the Native American all nations Pow Wow, and pre pandemic. Like we were being spiritually prepared for what was to come.
Pow Wow is always the chance to commune, embrace, show off, eat and enjoy the spirit, regalia and dance.
It's a chance to stock up on artisan pieces and blessed spiritual tools.
We lined up to be smudged with the smoke of sage by the Medicine Man to eradicate negativity.
What I always enjoy most is the opening prayer to our Creator.
The land is blessed. The ceremony is taking place on a sacred native burial site right in front of City Hall.
And all of us are reminded that those of whom are not Native American, "we welcome you".
We are reminded that we are the visitors, we are the immigrants even if born here.
We were reminded that we are not from here. We are the outsiders being welcomed in.
We have permission today to be here and are welcome.
What an awakening. What a fact of life. My entitlement that I take for granted is stripped away by a prayer. I'm humbled.
Everyone is invited into the dance circle to follow the chief and join in with the dancers.
We danced to honor the sun, the moon and the stars.
We danced to honor the souls of our ancestors and the souls that roam the earth.
We danced to honor our friends and foe.
We danced to honor love, beauty, pride, spirit and courage.
We danced for our health, well being, our souls, our unity and our joy.