A Drum Circle Journey: where the hell am I?

I stared at the elderly, and seemingly more prepared group sitting around the circle. The Native American artifacts bored at me from the walls. I glanced at one of my companions, his brightly decorated leggings. I looked back into the face of our host. Clearly I did not belong there. Still, we progressed onward. Walking … Continue reading A Drum Circle Journey: where the hell am I?