Tribal Calm River Wisdom

Gathered the council beneath the old cedar, where the wind seemed to mutter ancient jokes; even the elders chuckle when I claim the river is my advisor. I told them the true blaze comes from calm deliberation, not frantic speeches, and they nodded, perhaps because I promised a feast of smoked reeds. My mind, ever patient, reminded me that even the fiercest storm in the sky has its own rhythm—so I’ll let it sing, not scream. When doubts stir like a restless fish, I stare at the horizon, counting stars until the tide of uncertainty settles. #TribalWisdom 🌿 #RiverWhispers