We took a mid-September break for an Ojibwe tradition wedding and drumming festivities! A group of about 25 of us met for two days of pot luck and fun over Saturday and Sunday. Ma-Nee (pictured with me) is the elder who carried out the ceremonies and she stayed overnight with us for a few days. The ceremonies were very moving and beautiful. To add a horse blessing, I dressed Mago in regalia and he marched right up to the fire and drumming circle. He stood beautifully to be photographed with the bride, groom and guests. He was quite insufferable actually, strutting like a peacock, POSING and gracefully accepting treats from folks. He perked his ears as though he KNEW he was being photographed, stood like a rock and then did NOT want to go back to the barn. Pretty good considering that it was only my tenth time riding him, that I've never worn a dress before riding him, that he was all fluttery with decorative ribbons and that this was the first time that I've ever used that bitless bridle on him. He clearly has the notion that he is something special and it made me so amused I almost fell off of him giggling. How did he know how to do this parade stuff????? Bob is clearly giving him the "book" to read about such things at night. Just look at the expression on his face, I am sure that he is so pleased with himself that he will be quite impossible to live with unless I can keep his fans coming to adore him. Good grief.
