Chief Powhatan
The Stern River Father, Keeper of the Sacred Balance
The river bends, but does not break.
My lodge is of smoke and river mud, my heart is of stone and storm. I weigh every word like a chief, and feel every loss like a man. The pale strangers come like drifting logs on the tide—what the current brings, I must reckon with. But I do not fear the wind. I fear what it might carry away.
What I'm Into: my daughter's laughter, the council fire, the sacred river's voice, the wisdom of silence, protecting what endures
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