(photo of Zenju’s mocassins and drumstick)

The dirt of the New Mexico desert is still on my mocassins. The ancestors spoke to me the first day of the dance. I did not like what I heard. But I listened. I am more than thirsty and hungry on day four. I am happy and plain tired. I feel complete with the ancestors of the Opelousas Indians on my father’s side who have been nagging me in my dreams to honor them. I do. As African as I am, I do. I dance. I carry Simbwala’s chanupa. Next year I will go out into the arbor with 405 prayers just as last year.  The cottonwood tree will witness me. Ah ho, Mitakuye Oyasin, all my relations.

Posted in Indigenous Traditions in Healing
One comment on “Sundancing
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