March 19 – Daily Feast
Last autumn’s leaves have been dislodged from their wintering places to race north with the wind from the South – only to be turned and blown south again. They drift and dance on end, twirling and falling into deep piles to disintegrate in spring rains. Drifting with the wind is not a habit of nature alone. People with no goals, no aims, drift from one place to another in hopes that fate will put them in the right place at the right time. Fate is simply accepting what comes because nothing has been done to direct thought and action in any other way. If decisions are not made and goals are not set, the world will make them for us. The Cherokee calls this attitude go na ya, which translates to the same thing as “doing without.”
~ The problem with blending the Indian and European cultures is that the Indian is devoted to living and the European to getting. ~
JOHN ROSS McINTOSH
‘A Cherokee Feast of Days’, by Joyce Sequichie Hifler