It's powwow day. A friend has invited you to see "the Indians" dance. You pack up the car, the kidsand some sandwiches, apprehensive because you have never been to a powwow before.You drive to the sight, still not knowing what you will see. The kids are restless and are asking toomany questions for you to answer. You tell them "wait, we will see when we get there, and you justpeed at the last gas station".Finally you arrive. You are let to park on the grass and you get all the kids out, the food together andhead for the gate. You pay your money and enter the powwow grounds. You see booths arranged in acircle with all kinds of neat "Indian" things for sale. You look for your friend but she is nowhere to beseen. "What do I do now" you think.Then you hear a sound. A sound like you have never heard before. You know it's a drum but you havenever heard a drum quite like that one before. You stop to listen and the kids get quiet. It speaks tosomething inside your spirit that until now you have never been aware of.A new smell enters your nostrils. You and the children are hungry, and you know you want somethingto eat, but something inside you needs to see where that sound is coming from.You grab the kids by the hands and start to head for where that sound is coming from. As you nearthe arena you start to see Indians dressed in brightly colored clothing. They are festooned with bells,feathers and in some cases lots of yarn or grass. The sound is getting closer and you follow thebrightly colored dancers. They get to a place at the head of the arena and stop. They are attachingnumbers to their clothing and you are wondering just what the numbers are for.You find a place in the bleachers, drag the kids to a spot and sit down. You can see the cluster of colors and people awaiting something.Just then you hear the M.C. start to announce that you are honored guests at the powwow. He asksyou to stand for "Grand Entry". You are thinking, "What does he mean grand entry" but you stand justthe same. The kids are not wanting to stand still, their eyes filled with colors, their ears filled withsounds, and their noses filled with new and interesting smells.Then the drum starts and you see the people at the head of the arena start to form lines. As the drumkeeps beating a tempo that is foreign but somehow oh so familiar, the dancers enter the ring. Thepeople in the front are carrying flags and one man has a staff with some kind of eagle feather on it.You wonder what that means. The dancers are beautiful and some are dressed quite differently thenothers. As they go around the ring, the people that are playing the drum start to sing songs thatsound like they have no words. Again this speaks to a part of you that you were never aware of before. A stirring in your soul, that cries out for you to join inThis mystery takes you by surprise. You never thought that you could feel this way.As you watch the dancers go around the arena for the third time they suddenly change course andhead straight up the middle of the arena stopping in front of the M.C. They stand very still and youhear the M.C. talk. "We will take this time to honor our ancestors by singing the honor song". Youdon't know what to do."Should I join, stand or sit"Not wanting to be noticed you stand still watching intently. They sing a most beautiful song that againstirs things that up till this very moment have lay dormant in your soul. It's a beauty beyondcomparison, even though it is very foreign to you.This is what it is like for some people when seeing their first grand entry. It is a soul stirring moment.A moment that stops you in time, and for just a brief second feel at one with all your fellow humanbeings. After Grand entry is over and the M.C's voice releases you from your momentary trance, youleave the bleachers to explore the rest of the circle. You are intensely curious about everything now.You go to the booths, buy a few things and have your first taste of an Indian taco. It is marvelous.You go back and get a piece of frybread. You wonder how you could be this old in and living in theU.S.A and have never been aware that such things existed.