I remember the pow-wows, the moccasined feet stepping, leaping, fancy dancing, shuffling amongst persistent sounds of rattles and jingle dresses, whirling shawls and feathered head dresses, ankle bells and stomping.  Above all the keening singers at the giant drum.  That drum, relentless pounding in flawless sync by four men, sometimes more.   All of it, … Continue reading Butterfly on her toes