英語(yǔ)翻譯
By going to Tallahassee grounds to join in traditional tribal ceremony,I was taking my place in the circle of relatives.I was one more link in the concatenation of ancestors.Close behind me are my son and daughter,behind them my granddaughter.Next to me,interlocking the patter,are my cousins,my aunts and uncles.We dance together in this place of knowing beyond the physical dimensions of space,much denser than the chemicals and paper of photographs.It is larger than mere human memory,than any destruction we have walked through to come to this ground of memory.
Time can never be stopped; rather,it is poised to make a leap into knowing or a field of questions.I understood this as we stompdanced in the middle of the night,as the stars whirred in the same pattern overhead,as the insects took up their singing once more to guide us through memory.The old Hudson heads to the east of the border of the photograph.For the Muscogee,East is the place of origins,the place People emerged from so many hundreds of years ago.It is also a place of return.