Stand Tall Little Bear, the Stars are Within Reach

Howdy Fellow Helfgottbloggers,

I don’t know about you all, but the shifting sands of time sure have swept swiftly through my bones as of late. When this happens, I pick up this little blue turquoise book that my mom gave me (we used to read it together over suppertime meals when I was a kid). It’s called “A Cherokee Feast of Days: Daily Meditations” by Joyce Seqichie Hifler. And it never fails to give me perspective when clarity appears out of reach or when a sandstorm seems to be brewin’ outside my cubicle at work. Today was such a catewhompus day, flying cats and dogs really, and I felt like sharing. Didn’t know if the day’s passage would offer anyone else a paradigm shift, perhaps a reprieve from the pelting poodles…. Here goes.

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“It is comforting to know that every day we are in contact with people who put such confidence in us that we strive harder to do our best. These are the ones that build people and there’s no job more fragile or creative than giving others confidence. No two people ever respond the same way, and since there can be very little trial and error in handling individuals, sensitivity to hurt and fear must be considered. Where one person can be challenged, another may need to be told how to rise above emotions and imagined shortcomings. The Cherokee, like so many others, appears u wo we la nv, composed or stoic, but his nature is sensitive to criticism in any form. We all need approval and attention, and when someone cares, it makes an important difference.”

That hand is not the color of your hand, but if I pierce it I shall feel pain. The blood that will follow from mine will be the same color as yours. The Great Spirit made us both.

~Standing Bear

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