December 9 – Daily Feast
When the first snowflakes catch on leafless trees and crisp cold wind sweeps our faces, we know winter is in earnest. It turns the bright green canes of the wild rose to gray and sprinkles hickory nuts and walnuts on the path to the woods. The entire landscape seems to be one color – but the variation is so subtle and low-key that it takes a little while to see the green lichen and the misty blue haze that hangs over the tiny stream. Life sometimes appears to be at a standstill, and nothing is beautiful – no color, no shape, no hope. But if we refocus, if we are sincere and we use wisdom, we will move toward a new spring, just as does the season.
~ Whatever the fate of other Indians, the Iroquois might still have been a nations. ~
WA-O-WO-WA-NO-ONK – CAYUA CHIEF
‘A Cherokee Feast of Days, Volume II’ by Joyce Sequichie Hifler