The DJ's had the soft, melodious indian voices that were soothing to listen to even when they were encouraging parents to pre-enrol their children in kindergarden and get their kids shots.
Don't forget to bring all your ID numbers, your tribal number; your medicaid number; your food stamp number and on and on. The DJ chuckled about all the numbers the tribal members had, and I thought it was a telling comment on the poverty of the people.
As I was drifting off to sleep the DJ was appealing to Fiona to call her Mother. Fiona hadn't been heard from in a week and Mom wanted to know where she was. His final word to Fiona was "call your Mother or I'm going to have to come looking for you!"
I woke early this morning, the view out Saffire's window the sparkling lake water. I turned the radio on and was delight to hear soft chanting and the drumming of morning prayer.
Peace!
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