Sorry for the late post, everyone. The week has been nothing short of an out of control roller coaster ride!
This past weekend I attended the Tunica-Biloxi Pow Wow in Marksville, La, and, as always, was blown away by the event! The Pow Wow is an annual event, where over 100 Native American tribes from all over the continent come to this one reservation. Here they meet and compete in activities, like traditional dance, drumming, and song.
There’s something about hearing the drums, the gourds, the chanting, and watching the dancers—all of it seems to drill down deep inside me and reverberate. Granted, I’m sure some of that has to do with the fact that I’m part Native American, but there sure were plenty of other ‘white’ folks at the Pow Wow caught up in the same spirit. Hell, it was hard not to.
The Pow-Wow grand entry alone is like watching the entire human history of the western hemisphere parade before your eyes. Singers and drummers representing a multitude of tribal traditions and cultures assemble in dress and song, representing thousands of years of presence on these continents. In my opinion, to be a spectator or participant is to be an honored part of continuing historic significance.
The best part of the Pow Wow, to me anyway, is the validation that differences CAN be put aside for a time and harmony achieved. So many tribes are present, all different in traditions and customs, yet everyone standing firm on one solid, common foundation—being Native American. From the young to the old, the wealthy and poor, they all joined together in one place to celebrate life. How sad that we as a society, as a nation, as a planet can’t do the same even though our foundation is so much broader—simply being people.