It was a fine time to be out of doors sitting at our vendor book booth. The air in Riverfront Park, Spokane, WA., showed off late August breezes at their finest, the hearty drumming coming from below felt amazingly soothing, the dancers passing by in their exquisite regalia as they went down to the sacred circle were a joy to see.
One intuits a pace of life here so relaxed that everything happening becomes easy with little effort.
This place, this Pow Wow, taking up the whole of this huge park in downtown, from dummers to dancers to booth vendors, was a time not to rush, because any problem coming up seemed to melt away. The only rule was that any vehicle coming or going had to be escorted by security. We asked if we could camp behind our booth. No problem. Neither were we held to any schedule of when we must be at our display.
This well-organized happening caused to me to question why it all seemed so tranquil. Could it be the layers of stress in which we all exist?
There is the stress we lay upon ourselves as we frantically work to check off our to-do-lists. Then, there is another layer of how we perceive the small group in which we find ourselves expect us to be (our fellow vendors and the Native Americans running and organizing the show).
The third layer would be the total community spirit. In San Miguel d’Alende, Mexico, one hundred miles or so north of Mexico City high in the mountains, we’ve experienced a similar ease as at this Pow Wow. Pace of life all happenings flow slower, easier; consequently become more enjoyable and relaxing.
It was a great week end. We met many Native Americans and heard many ancestor stories. We made new friendships and will remember fondly the best reason for writing the books we do. It’s just like my Dad told me, “You’ll never make much money being a writer. But, if you enjoy doing so, you’ll have a good life.”