Dancing with My Father Around the Fire
9/16/22
By Andrea Tadpole-Broussard
I have been sitting here listening to Native American music with drums and singers. I do it sometimes because I close my eyes and imagine my father and I dancing around the fire with our ancestors. When I do this it feels as if we are really together again. Now mind you, my father was never a dancer of any kind but its almost always he comes to me when I do this. It is kind of like meditation.
Anyway, I was totally into it today. Then, all of the sudden I saw myself dancing with my father and everyone dancing around us. I started laughing because there is the two of us making up our own dance. We were not following anyone. We were just having fun in our own little world, dancing to the beat of our own drums.
That pretty much sums up how both of us have lived our lives. I am so much like my father. He always lived and walked to the beat of his own drum. I do too, always have. Yet, today I realized I dance to the beat of my father's drum. I am covered in goose bumps writing this.
My father always finds a way back to me. Sometimes through crows, other times feathers or roses and now drums. What a sacred gift God, my Creator and Savior have given me! I feel very blessed right now.
I love you Daddy! I miss you more than I know how to say. Thanks for dancing with me today!! ❤️
