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Hearing the pounding of the drums at a PowWow is the closest I’ve ever felt to a higher power, something greater than myself. It’s a powerful experience I’ve been hooked on since I was a teenager. When I became a mother I naturally took my child. But these trips ended when we moved abroad. Yesterday my daughter and I attended our first PowWow since returning. We wandered the stalls, relaxed by the river, and gorged ourselves on Fry Bread.

Oostanaula River Cherokee Fry Bread

Our roaming and fun ended when the first beats of the drum silenced the crowd. Something in my heart stirred. Something inside awakened. I felt at home and suddenly humbled. What a wonderful day. My daughter and I are already planning more trips in the Spring, and hopefully many more to come.

The above video was taken with my iPhone.