In a heartbeat
Several summers ago, my friends Gail and Will Hardesty invited me to a powwow in Pine. Will is a gourd dancer (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gourd_Dance), Navajo by adoption, and one of the few Anglos authorized to practice law on the Dine Nation.
The day of the Pine dance, Gail and I stood directly behind the Southern Drum drummers. I shared with her the moment the strong, even rhythm seemed to sync with my own pulse, which brought a knowing smile and the explanation that the drums are singing Mother Earth’s heartbeat.
Just a year ago, Gail was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. She passed in mid-April, a single day after my grandgirl entered the world. That jarring juxtaposition of hello/goodbye, now/not, joy/grief has caused me to look at the cosmic continuum with fresh eyes. And it’s brought me to the same place James Taylor arrived in writing “It’s Enough” (www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUeLfpQU9aw)
Last night, a tiny powwow was held in my living room. The grandgirl made a joyful noise with the small drum that usually hangs by the fireplace.
Yes, the rhythm was a bit random.
But the heartbeat was Mother Earth’s.
And it was much more than enough.