I haven’t been much for truly embracing my Native American heritage. While my ancestors came from Oklahoma (by way of the Trail of Tears) and I’m a card-carrying member of the Cherokee Nation, I grew up in Los Angeles. There is a thriving native culture in Los Angeles, but my mother never got involved with it. Hence, I usually look at it from afar. Every once in awhile, though, the drums will sound in my ear and I’ll need to dig a little deeper into who I am. As my sister, who is very much in to pow wow culture, had just visited me, I thought I would take a jaunt to a local pow wow to check it out.
I was dressed in very non-native attire.
It was nice to take a moment, listen to the music and enjoy an afternoon appreciating my heritage.