The elders say
the future is carried gently,
never pushed.
I was taught that patience
is a form of protection,
and that care, given slowly,
travels far.
Some journeys do not hurry the water.
They trust the long memory
of what has carried many lives
before ours.
Guidance comes in quiet companions—
not to lead,
but to steady the way
when the night feels wide.
What we pass on
is not fear,
but warmth,
not answers,
but belonging.
So I hold tomorrow with both hands,
listening for the oldest teaching:
move with respect,
move with love,
and the world will remember
how to carry us all.
Native American wisdom
