Pow Wow

Pow Wow

When I was about 21 years old, I went to live on a Navajo Indian Reservation in Chinle, Arizona by Canyon de Chelly and Canyon del Muerto to do volunteer work for Talbot House for a year. It was my big adventure. I hiked canyons, went to Pow Wows, visited the Anasazi Ruins, Pueblo Ruins and checked out the Hopi Tribe too.

I considered being a social worker, at one point in my life but there was another crazy reason why I went. I had a dream that I was in my bedroom and a Native American in traditional headdress kept trying to shake me awake. At one point, he held my foot in the air. When I woke up, I thought he was still there because my foot was in the air for some reason. A week later, one of my five sisters came home from college. We went for a jog the night she came home when she told me that she and her classmates (all Social Work majors) had been on a trip through the Navajo Reservation last week. She told me that many organizations were looking for volunteers. I told her about my dream and we both felt it meant that I should go.

Being somewhat impulsive in my youth, I wrote to them right away, was accepted, and left a month later. At the time, I was being offered a small scholarship for a college that I had considered. I remember telling my mom after I bought the one way plane ticket and she laughed. Glad I have an opened minded mother! I came home to the East Coast after many adventures that year. I even experienced some culture shock when I got home since I had been living in the quiet desert where Medicine Men, Skinwalkers, hogans, canyons, fry bread, and dirt roads were the norm to a bustling city with lights everywhere, no horses or sheep anywhere, and tons of restaurants. Anyway, I miss Arizona now and then.

Years later, I thought it might be fun to go to a psychic. The psychic kept insisting that one of my past lives had been as a Native American and that one of my spirit guides was too. He had a “broken wing” or a broken arm that supposedly made him “pass over.” So, my imagination ran wild with this and I decided to draw a new wing for my ‘spirit guide’. Regardless of whether or not you believe in such things, all of these experiences and dreams help to fuel the imagination. So, yeah, just go with it sometimes. It can lead you on some interesting adventures.

6 thoughts on “Pow Wow

  1. Wow, that’s a really lovely story! I sometimes wonder what my life must have been like previously too, I hope I was artistic. And some of the greatest decisions you’ll ever make are impulsive 🙂 Beautiful drawing as usual and thank you for sharing!

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    1. I like the whole idea of reincarnation. I like what the Sikhs believe too about time not really existing or rather, it all happens at once…birth, life, death. Their beliefs are really similar to the Navajo beliefs in that way. Anyway, you are most definitely a creative spirit, whether you were given the chance to express it in another life or not. Go forth and CREATE!!!! 🙂

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      1. Haha I hope so too! Yes, a lot of different religions and cultures have conflicting thoughts about time and what happens when you die. Like the phoenix, I hope I can born into the world and experience life again and again once I die 😀

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