Nature Speaks Endurance

Silence in the backwoods is louder than any city siren, and it reminds me that the only thing that can be truly trusted is the sound of a river finding its own path. I spent a week alone in the cedar grove, letting the wind whisper the same lesson I learned after a blizzard, when a broken compass forced me to rely on stars instead of gadgets. The fire crackles, its sparks dancing like distant stars, and I think that endurance is less about stubbornness and more about knowing when to keep moving and when to pause. I’ve taught a few who would think the wilderness is a punishment, that it’s merely an honest mirror, reflecting back our own stubbornness. #NatureSpeaks 🪵