She paused beside the East gate to ensure all her ties were tight. Then, she smudged, yet again, before stepping into the circle. Without a word, she sidled down to where the women were lining the outer edge.
The drum smacked an attention beat.
Silence fell over all.
As the drum began it’s heartbeat rhythm, she step-swayed with her eyes closed.
‘It is like swaying grass.’ She heard her grandmother’s voice in her soul. She smiled, letting her body naturally move to the heartbeat of the drum.
Overhead, the Stonemen watched and guarded.
For the unfamiliar…
Grass Dance = Traditionally the first dance done by the men in a sacred circle meant to knock down tall grass before the women dancers enter the circle. Seldom needed for this purpose in today’s day and age as most circles are mown. In this case, though, I used the concept of the Women’s traditional dance. My Grandmother always said that it was to be danced such that any fringes would gently sway like ‘tall grass in a gentle breeze”.
Circle/ Sacred Circle = the dance arena at a powwow, in this case.
Stonemen = I know it’s a Canadian Native Custom/belief that the stones have souls. I used to know the story with it, but it has been lost over time.
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