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Logging taught me patience. Nature doesn’t rush, and neither should we. Trees don’t bloom in fear. They grow because they trust the soil. I’ve learned to love like that—to root deep, to grow slow, to fall and still rise again when the season calls
Among trees older than memory, I’ve learned that time is not a race—it’s a ritual. The forest doesn’t rush, and neither do I. We work together, in cycles, in understanding, in deep and wordless trust
May 8, 2025 at 2:22 PM
Among trees older than memory, I’ve learned that time is not a race—it’s a ritual. The forest doesn’t rush, and neither do I. We work together, in cycles, in understanding, in deep and wordless trust
Being a logger isn’t just a job. It’s a choice to live on the edge of danger, surrounded by beauty, powered by purpose. Every day is a battle against the elements — but it’s also a dance with nature, one cut at a time."
May 8, 2025 at 2:21 PM
Being a logger isn’t just a job. It’s a choice to live on the edge of danger, surrounded by beauty, powered by purpose. Every day is a battle against the elements — but it’s also a dance with nature, one cut at a time."