Wardance

After fifteen years away, the wardance opened parts of my soul I thought would never return. The drum carries my feet across the floor and lifts my heart to the sky. More than once I felt tears of gratitude welling in my eyes.

Other people also felt the impact. Some of my older friends looked on with joyful smiles. Strangers stopped to request my photograph, and one simply said, "Welcome home. You've been away far too long." Yes, I remember when the dance floor was my home; it feels good to return.

Today I carried an eagle staff during the grand entry. What an honor.