March 26 – Daily Feast
The end of the day brings out the emotions. Some come alive at the first sign of dusk, and evening softness suggests things to be – and things that never were. And then there is night – a time when bone-tiredness can make a pillow heaven until some bit of worry begins to tap on the consciousness. Night, like the tongue, magnifies, and everything is bigger than life. But morning comes – and with it the realization of what is finished and what there is left to do. If night has not done its work well, the day has to call the shots – and the sooner the better. This day does not belong to stress. I will call it peace.
~ You told us to speak our minds freely. We now do it. ~
LITTLE TURTLE – MIAMI, 1795
“A Cherokee Feast of Days, Volume II” by Joyce Sequichie Hifler