January 3, 2016 Daily Feast Of Wisdom (Tsugitsvnvda Danalisdayvhvsgv Agadohvsdi ) (ᏧᎩᏨᏅᏓ ᏓᎾᎵᏍᏓᏴᎲᏍᎬ ᎠᎦᏙᎲᏍᏗ)

2016

January
Dunolvatni
ᏚᏃᎸᎠtᏂ

Sunday
Dodaquasgvi
ᏙᏓᏆᏍᎬᎢ

January 3 - Daily Feast
Volume II

Some say reality is a thing that can be touched. But reality is more real in the invisible than all we see and touch with our fingers. Trying to face reality without knowing what it is, is little different from seeing a tiny stone and finding it is a boulder buried in the earth. Reality is not a one-dimensional flat surface where everything is visible - but it is spirit and life and faith and love. We many not observe these things but we feel their influence. Prayer is the straight line to the invisible, changing what we see from above and beneath. We cannot see it, but it is the substance of reality, the u w wi and a da nv to, heart and soul of life in its highest form.

~ It does not require many words to speak the truth. ~

CHIEF JOSEPH

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

Elder's Meditation of the Day - January 3

"We don't have to say or think what we don't wish to. We have a choice in those things, and we have to realize that and practice using that choice."

Rolling Thunder, CHEROKEE

Having choices makes us fully accountable. No one can make us think anything we don't want to think. No one can determine our behavior and how we act. It's not what's going on but how we look at what's going on. If someone does something and we get upset, we can change how we look at it any time we want. We can tell ourselves in the morning that the day is going to be beautiful and that we have expectations that great things will happen. Doing this daily sets our mind to look for the joy and the excitement of each day.

Great Spirit, help me to choose my thoughts with Your wisdom.

'THINK on THESE THINGS'
By Joyce Sequichie Hifler

All of us have memories that we can go back and enjoy the simple times and comforting experiences. When the present gets too heavy transport body, soul, and spirit into one of those good memories and enjoy it all over again.

One of my childhood duties was to bring the cows home from the pasture every evening. A wonderful discovery was how gentle our bull was and I would ride him home from the pasture with all the milk cows following. He was not only gentle, he was smart and as soon as we reached a grove of thorn trees he went through it every time. Didn't take long to get off, but it was not just the herd that is remembered but the evening sun and the barking dog in the distance. Shadows took on a blue haze and the hollows and hills changed with the light.

Those evenings are as comforting now as then. I know they are because I remember it so clearly.