Pain and Sweatlodges
Attended another Sweatlodge today with the Lakota group I’ve been getting involved with. Actually I ran into someone I used to drum with back in the day as well. I’m trying to learn all of the parts of the ceremony and the ceremonial songs. But since I don’t speak Lakota, it is hard to remember the words (since they are obviously all in Lakota).
I notice the more I go the less painful and the more prepared I am. I still get muddy and sweaty though. I don’t mind the mud so much, but the sweat is fairly gross. If only there was a pond to swim around in afterwards 
I am also very red.
One of the women at the Sweat, I believe her and her husband are Blackfoot. And she asked for my email address because she wants me to start coming to some of her Blackfoot Sweatlodges as well.
Before I left for the Sweatlodge, I stopped at the only store nearby, which happens to be a Little George’s Convenience store. The lady there asked me if I was Native American (and odd out of the blue question) and I said that it was in my ancestry. She said I looked the part. So we got to chatting a little bit and she asked my name. She recognized the last name and apparently knows my dad (my dad seems to know every damn one). She was tickled to death and didn’t want to let me leave the store, but I had to go.
I feel pretty calm right now, but I still have a few things on my mind that don’t seem to be going away. Nothing spiritual, more relationship-wise than anything. But I guess I’ll deal.
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