Yesterday I went to a PowWow held in Halifax. This was my first one though I know, as a child, I attended bits of Powwows in Alberta. This one was the second one held on the Halifax Common's and it was so thrilling last year to see teepees set up where baseball games are usually played. Last year I couldn't attend. This year I was determined.
Why? I love ritual of any sort and as a Canadian, I've been long fascinated with aboriginal culture and appalled at our treatment of same. Furthermore, the book I am doing a final revision on, has a PowWow. Yes, I made it up. Oh, I researched but nothing is the same as actually being in the centre of something you are trying to capture.
I now realize that I got more right than I should have expected and I'm excited to go back in and enrich my writing with my experience yesterday. I will not be gratuitous with it though. In other words, I wrote what I wrote as it served the story - I am not serving truth but the story - but I think I can do a better job of both as I incorporate this new knowing.
Here are a few photos from the Grand Entry...