Thursday, June 17, 2010

Today, as I was leaving the public library, I heard the distinct sounds of live pow-wow music.

Today, as I was leaving the public library, I heard the distinct sounds of live pow-wow music. I followed the sounds to a back room of the library where there was actually a drum group performing. In Tennessee. At the public library. I don't think I have met a single Native American person since I have been back here, much less an entire group. For about twenty minutes my whole world froze. I was running late and my meter had expired, but I just couldn't move. I'm trying to resist the idea that this means anything. All I know is that I felt an overwhelming urge to cry, no sob, and that I can't really say exactly why.

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  1. well i feel you.. i have had many of those moments. We have a drum group that practices right outside our front door and I have felt tears well in my soul and I can not explain their presence. Its as if moments in life are pulling me back home, or simply reminding me that my soul while here on earth has more then one home.

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