I can not believe what just happened to us!
I was sitting up in the loft (house hunting). The boys were playing with Angeliki out in the yard. The windows were open and I heard a very odd sound.
It was like a chant. Low and deep.
Somehow I knew what it was.
I leaped out of my seat, grabbed my camera and ran. Like I can’t remember running in a long time.
I was headed to the beach.
When I emerged on the shore and looked in the direction of the chanting, I saw canoes! LOTS of canoes coming down the Strait.
Native American tribes were landing on the shore! Just a few hundred feet from my beach!
I gasped.
Ran like mad back down the lane. Grabbed the boys and Angeliki and went back as fast as we could.
This time we ran into our neighbors. This was their land. Home of the S’klallam Tribe (click here for more about them). Today they were welcoming nearly 31 tribes from the Pacific Northwest (US & Cananda) to their shores. You can read more about it here or here.
When we arrived the Elder was addressing a canoe full of women and men. Canoe after canoe arrived, some singing, some chanting, some silent. They waited their turn – oars pointed in the air – to announce themselves, offer to share their song, dance and medicines in exchange for permission to come ashore, dine and drink with them. Once permission was granted, there was much drumming and cheering in agreement.
JumbleSon took large clam shells, positioned himself right behind the Elder, clapped them together and joined in saying, “Welcome! Welcome!”
I couldn’t stop crying.
As I sit back here at the computer again (we left so as not to intrude on the ceremonies), I can hear the chanting, singing and words being spoken. Bless the wind for bringing me this gift.
I can hardly breathe.
I’m beginning to understand that my attachment to this place runs far deeper than just a love of the weather.































