The drums, the bells, and the visiting remind me of tribal cohesion, the happiness of our people as we celebrate our traditions. When the jingle of the bells keeps in synchronization with the beat of the drum, I can feel my heart beating simultaneously with Mother Nature. Sitting down and doing homework, I sometimes let my mind wander. During my contemplation I ponder and hypothesize about the future of the reservation. I plan to follow the teachings of my people.
Life is a circle.
The sun, the moon, the earth, the stars, the drum, the hoop, the medicine wheel, and the powwow ring also form circles. The elders say to respect these things or the Great Spirit will not give us anything else, or possibly take away what has already been given. Thinking of the old lessons, I remember the ceremonies that the elders diligently perform every year for us young knuckleheads. I hope one day to be able to fill those moccasins. I recall the seat lodge in particular, and especially the incredible heat that envelopes your face and scorches your throat when the water hits those ancient spirits, the rocks.