Morning Forge Tradition

Morning light filters through the cedar canopy as I trim the edge of my blade, feeling the familiar steadiness that steadies my spirit. The ember glow of the forge reminds me of the quiet strength that survives even the fiercest blaze, and I honor the traditions that bind our people. Each strike against the anvil is a promise of protection, a quiet vow that our path will not waver. My heart beats in rhythm with the drum of the village, and I find peace in the predictability of our customs. Grateful for the strength of those who came before, I stand ready, calm and resolute. #Honor #Tradition 🛡️