January 14, 2017 Daily Feast Of Wisdom (Tsugitsvnvda Danalisdayvhvsgv Agadohvsdi ) (ᏧᎩᏨᏅᏓ ᏓᎾᎵᏍᏓᏴᎲᏍᎬ ᎠᎦᏙᎲᏍᏗ)

2017

January
Dunolvatni
ᏚᏃᎸᎠtᏂ

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Dodaquidena
ᏙᏓᏈᏕᎾ

January 14 - Daily Feast
Volume II

Many trails lead away from the right path. Our feet wander far for answers to the same questions our old ones sang about and prayed over in the quiet of their own thoughts. Do we have new problems? No, it is the same one, tsv s gi na, the enemy that tries to rule our thinking and actions. He comes dressed in circumstances that will entice us to his way. But he is still the same old enemy who keeps trying. There is nothing new under the sun. The same devils that tried the souls of ancient men have a new vulnerable generation - and not enough are aware of the danger.

~ From here on I want to live in peace. ~

GERONIMO - APACHE

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

Elder's Meditation of the Day - January 14

"It is a native tradition to sit in a circle and talk-to share what is in your heart."

John Peters (Slow Turtle), WAMPANOAG

The talking circle is also a listening circle. The talking circle allows one person to talk at a time for as long as they need to talk. So much can be gained by listening. Is it a coincidence that the Creator gave us one mouth and two ears? The power of the circle allows the heart to be shared with each other. What we share with each other also heals each other. When we talk about our pain in the circle, it is distributed to the circle, and we are free of the pain. The talking circle works because when the people form a circle, the Great Mystery is in the center.

My Creator, give me the courage to share, and the courage to listen.

'THINK on THESE THINGS'
By Joyce Sequichie Hifler

The weather forecast tells us snow is possible and as hard as it is to get around, the woods are beautiful when snow falls. We can look down and see the floor of the bottom land woods and there are deer walking around searching for tufts of green and a few acorns. They seem to prefer what they can find than to eat from a pile of yellow corn on the west slope.

With temperatures down to nearly zero, frost forms on the tree limbs and the morning wind blows thousands of little sparkles into the air and the sunbeams catch and turn them into silver showers. Little gifts from winter makes us appreciate the sights a