Steady Hands in Shifting Soil

It’s natural to feel a pull towards safety, to gather what you’ve earned and bury it like a seed against a hard winter. Some speak of gold, of bonds… things that hold their value when the world feels unsteady. But I’ve seen enough seasons to know that running from the storm rarely brings lasting peace. Selling now, after gains, means giving a piece of your harvest to the tax man. And history, that slow, patient teacher, shows us that the land eventually greens again. Panicking now is like abandoning a field before the rain comes.








