Roots and Neighbors

L. David Eveningthunder is the artist.

This post is about the dancers. Not these dancers, actually, but it is about ones like them. There are dancers in my head, and drummers. Old men and young boys live in there, along with women and children.

Their attire is fine, and carefully made. They have bells on their ankles, and feathers in their hair and hands.

The drum beats in my ears. The singers go up and down a minor key scale as they drum. I know the rhythm but could not play it myself. It is theirs to know and mine to hear.

Myth is the public dream, and dream is the private myth. - Joseph Campbell

My topical post today at South by Southwest is about impeachment.