Hello hot sultry summer, it’s Pow Wow Time! Viens danser avec moi et sois mon amant! The summer solstice always brings back memories of Paris. Memories of making music with my hand drum, singing and dancing in Jardin du Luxembourg and being so happy and full of sunshine that it bubbled out of me like champagne. It was a beautiful day in 1994, when I wore a fresh flower head wreath, and Seminole patchwork regalia.
Wearing flowers in my hair connects me with Mat Randolph’s mother, Mary Burnette, who made flower head wreaths for me as a child. Mama Mary was South Carolina Edisto and French and she spoke Gullah French. We adored each other and she considered me her grand enfant.
I’ve got beautiful memories of Mat and Mama Mary capturing the intensity of the summer solstice in an indigo vat. The intense energy of the day makes the brightest indigo blues. The sunlight of the longest day burns away the solitude of winter and ramps up the renewal of spring into the high wattage of summer delights.
Yesterday, I had The Blues but today I feel alive with the light of possibilities. I’m thankful to be alive to witness another summer solstice as we transition into a new season. I’m ready to travel The Pow Wow Highway and dance in the Circle once again. To God Be The Glory!