BEADWORK Sherman Alexie My mother and aunt, both wearing purple head bandannas, took me along to the bead shop in Spokane. The shop was owned by white women but that didn't matter. Beads are sacred in every culture. My mother and aunt were choosing the beads they would use to build the regalia of a dozen powwow dancers. I was never a dancer. Not once. But I was always a dreamer, so I dipped my little hands into the loose bead barrel and pretended that I was sifting through all the molecules in the universe. (from Sherman Alexie's Substack, 5/17/23)
(My thanks to Sherman Alexie.)
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Hi Sherman, I loved your very visual poem.... Beads! In the nineties I worked with some Canadian Aboriginal folks .... they did wonderful art with beads!!
Joanne
Lovely x