Powwows a time to celebrate
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Pikiskwe
Once again the dreams called me to dance in the Arbour.
It's been a long time since I danced as a Plains Cree. When I stepped into the Arbour at Poundmaker's celebration, it was like returning home to old friends.
There were warm smiles, friendly handshakes, acknowledgments to one who
has been away.
Of course, there have been changes.
In the earlier seventies, fancy dancing for women had just begun. There were
no jingle dancers west of Kenora, Ontario, and you could still see the older style of grass dancing.
