It would have been nice to be there both days and would be nice to reflect and write more than I’m going to. My time (and attention) is limited and I want to be able to remember at least some of the experience.
The atmosphere was a little different this year. Photography wasn’t permitted at all, even during the grand entry.
A Navajo was headman. I liked what he said, but the tone was definitely different than other years. He emphasized that we were on Yavapai land and that it was stolen land.
The head girl danced alone. The headman asked that no one join her. She was dancing for her grandfather who had passed the day before. I stood during her dance. Because.
Then she gave gifts.
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