Tag: Passover

October 17 – Daily Feast

October 17 – Daily Feast

We forget the road we have been over together….how difficult it was and how good. We matured together, giving courage and understanding. Undoubted loyalty is there between us, knowing always that we can rely on kindness. We put aside anything we could not understand until it became clear. The divine wrote in our contract to take care of this person, to load every rift with good humor and good words and always with the knowledge that we are not alone. We have planted good seeds, we have cultivated – so now comes the harvest. The joy of it is knowing we are not alone.

~ It is the same with human beings – there is someplace which is best adapted to each. ~

OKUTE – TETON SIOUX, 1911

‘A Cherokee Feast of Days, Volume II’ by Joyce Sequichie Hifler

October 15 – Daily Feast

October 15 – Daily Feast

Some of us go to great lengths to keep from doing detail work – anything from flipping through a directory for one name in ten thousand to guessing at amounts in a recipe. No time, no time. Time isn’t saved by guessing. Even when we hit it right once in a while – most of the time we are just a little off. How many of us take our basic instructions from hearsay – how many don’t really want to know anyhow? Life itself has an instruction book. There’s no reason to guess at what is right or wrong. We have a script for every part we play in life. When we have a need of any kind, the script has the wisdom to handle it. The Scriptures leave out nothing – and the biggest mistake we can make is to say we don’t believe it – and go off to figure it out by guessing.

~ We were put here by the Creator and these were our rights. ~

CHIEF WENINOCK – YAKIMA, 1855

‘A Cherokee Feast of Days, Volume II’ by Joyce Sequichie Hifler

April 8 – Daily Feast

April 8 – Daily Feast

It seems only yesterday when the first cold wind blew in and laid flat the wild rose and turned the canes gray. Leaves turned and dropped. Snows fell and drifted. Winter threatened to last forever. But it didn’t. Spring runs in and out like a child opening and slamming a door just to irritate us. The birds are flirting and meadows abound with baby calves in their first days. It is a time of change – not only in nature but in us. We enjoy that breaking point between late winter and early spring. In our mind’s eye we know where the wild phlox will spread its fragrance and the oxeye daisies will crowd the narrow path. It is with the same eye that we see ourselves blooming with health and prospering beyond our dreams. Only those who walk under a cloud miss the joy of this time, the open meadows and greening hills.

~ Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam, where the deer and the antelope play….Where seldom is heard a discouraging word and the skies are not cloudy all day. ~

ANONYMOUS

‘A Cherokee Feast of Days’, by Joyce Sequichie Hifler

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