TsiyaGeyaWillis

April 4


Melancholy is a stray cat you once
let in--now you have to fight to get it out. It is not
impossible but very unpleasant.
Never look at that dark grieving attitude as
a permanent fixture. See it as an outside force trying
to control you. You would never let the cat take
over your home--so don't let sadness monopolize
your mind and spirit. Keep telling it to be gone. Say
it again and again. Speaking the word is a powerful
ally--and you've been doing it with dark words.


Fling all these things (destructive) away and live as
your wise forefathers lived before you.
PONTIAC
OTTAWA
1763

By: Joyce Sequichie Hifler


My forefathers were warriors.
Their son is a warrior. From
them I take my existence, from
my tribe I take nothing. I am
the maker of my own fortune.
TECUMSEH,
SHAWNEE, 1768-1813


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