I went to a pow wow today. It was interesting and fun.
It's funny...even before I knew about my native ancestry I was always drawn to so much of native traditions. And my little granddaughter, who is only 6 weeks old, loves the music. She would fuss and cry when it stopped.
When we entered, there were people who gave us little packets with tobacco. They were to throw on the fire at the end, but we didn't stay that long. I understand I also could have given it to someone. I had planned to give it to this one woman. She had such beautiful clothing and I was enjoying watching her dance. I considered, and could have given to one of the drummers too, but since the entire afternoon, I was so drawn to this woman, I had decided to give it to her. However, when my driver wanted to leave, I couldn't find the woman. So...I have this packet. And I have no idea what to do with it.