I went to our local folk festival yesterday and saw something special—three Miccosukee dancers. Witnessed the spirit of the eagle, the grace of the butterfly, and the wisdom of the grass. It was a great reminder where the magic is—it’s in our traditions, our movements, our very breath.

First up was the Eagle Dance. The dancer, who called himself an elder, mimicked an eagle’s movements. It’s not just for show – the eagle is sacred to many Native American tribes, symbolizing strength and wisdom. The dance is a way to honor the eagle’s spirit and maybe even communicate with the higher powers it represents.

Then came the Fancy Shawl Dance. This one’s relatively new, originating in the mid-20th century. It’s often described as a butterfly dance, with the shawl representing wings. It’s all about freedom and transformation. The woman who performed it was incredibly athletic, spinning and leaping with her colorful shawl.

Last was the Grass Dance. The singer who’d been providing vocals also performed this one. Historically, this dance was used to flatten grass in a new camp area. Now, it’s about showing off smooth, swaying movements that mimic grass in the wind. It’s supposed to unite the dancer’s spirit with the earth.

Growing up with folk dances myself from the Balkan region, I know there’s always more to them than just the steps. But seeing these Miccosukee dances, I felt like I was watching stories unfold. Each movement seemed loaded with meaning.

“When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice.” – Cherokee proverb