03/03/2026
I was thinking as I looked at the moon this morning, how the ancestors contemplated this same eternal sky.
An old man once told me by a low fire,
Do not fear the dark, learn what it protects.
The stars are not decoration,
they are witnesses with patient eyes.
Look at a man who has listened a long time,
his silence is not empty,
it is full of names he will not misuse.
The feather in his hand is not a trophy,
it is a reminder to speak clean.
Truth should land softly,
like a bird returning home.
Some storms arrive to test your pride,
others arrive to wash your vision.
Either way, do not chase the thunder.
Hold your ground and watch.
Fire teaches without shouting.
It takes what is offered,
and leaves a warmer shape behind.
If you are carrying grief,
set it down beside the flames.
The land does not ask you to be perfect,
it asks you to be respectful.
Step like you are borrowing the path,
not owning it.
A strong heart is not the loud one.
A strong heart can wait,
can forgive,
can keep its promise when nobody claps.
When the night gets heavy,
remember this,
the sky is still working above you.
Even the smallest spark
knows how to resist the cold.
If you have been pushed around by life,
move like water, not like anger.
Water does not beg stones to move,
it learns the way through.
You do not need to prove your spirit.
You need to protect it.
Feed it with quiet choices,
with honest work,
with love that shows up again and again.
And when you feel alone,
lift your eyes to the stars,
they are the same ones
your ancestors looked up to,
and they did not abandon you then,
they will not abandon you now.