In harmony with the Lord of the Dance

   The second week of July summons an annual festive Native American Indian celebration in Dulac, Louisiana, home of many 'Houmas' Indians of the bayous. I lived among these caring people for almost 2 years. Here is one dancer who paused for a moment amidst the excitement of the festivities. This summer-fest offers an opportunity to reconnect with roots almost obliterated by Europeans and their American counterparts. A Mass is celebrated in the local church proceeded by delicious home-made meals and a dance.

   History may be dimmed by modern day expectations of success. Yet hope survives in a small community intent upon surviving at all odds even in the worst of hurricane season. This brave few reach out to take divine providence seriously. Gazing at similar dances on the reservations of North Dakota, we are hopeful that the young will not forsake their roots. When they follow their bliss, we too can follow their lead. The late mythologist Joseph Campbell often spoke about 'bliss' which is the deepest of truths implanted by God. Then, we are assured invisible hands will guide us, leading us on the right path, on the dance floor of life.

   May we all move in harmony with that Lord of the Dance whose every step encourages us along the way! All of us, gazing with unveiled faces will one day be transformed into the divine. (2 Cor. 3,18)