I do have to say I wouldn't trade this western life for anything. I love the smell of sage after a good summer rain, the feel of a colt just learning how to turn back a cow, the sounds of bawling calves and yells for the iron. I'm most comfortable in a good set of chinks and my worn out boots, with the sound of my spurs scuffing the barn floor. My saddle is my choice of seating compared to a spot in an Opra hall. My make-up is made up of the dust from following a few hundred head of cattle. My jewelry is made up of silver from a bit maker and my best peice is hanging in my horse's mouth with a floral tooling only a cowboy could admire. My favorite books are not printed yet told by a few buckaroos while having a high-ball after a day of branding. I'd rather see myself to the ground of a round corral coming off a bronc-y colt than sitting in a classroom hearing what has or is to happen after I experienced what I prefer to. Hearing from an old horse trader.."You have to be a lady before your a cowboy"..I do believe he was right. There's always a place for a little glam in your life. You just have to find your calling and which hat looks prettier...

Thursday, December 29, 2011

This Time

For some reason around me things are changing fast. If not for me, but for others. May it be good or bad, true love or heartbreak, or just natural evergoing ways. It is time that has unraveled. I have had a very eventful year. I've had amazing blessings and true love become even more powerful. I have made choices to make my life happier even if it made it harder. I'm finding a soul that is burning to just let loose and be wild.
If you've ridden across the desert and have just let your horse truly do the walking. Let the sage tug on your feet a lil and let the "wild" things make your horse a lil skittish...that's the world..Let it pull on you and push on you, make you tense up right when your getting settled..Your trusting your friend to carry you safely, yet never knowing what he'll do next..It can be forgiving or non..But you'll know when you can settle again and your soul will be carried..by faith and believing..Believe that time is always there but what you burn is what has passed..Time can heal, can conquer, can lift and Bring you to yourself. I've always felt that tug and push but I'm coming to that understanding that patience is a virtue when I never was before. I was the horse sprinting across the desert instead of that one who let's a lil tug and push show me that everything is going to be ok for the only thing that can hurt me is what I allow.

If a stud doesn't want to be bridled in the prettiest silver than maybe he's meant to be wild and untamed.

A heart can stretch a million miles, yet be a barren desert. Let your soul be the spring that flows across that desert and fills it with life.

"Owyhee"


He may be the best looking under that dark hat but don't let that dance take your breath away until you know how he sleeps.


That guy who smiles at you when you walk thru the door, the one who reaches for you before anyone else, he may argue a lil, and say ya instead of no..well that's the son in him..and God couldn't have made him any less.                  
"Brody Blevin"

You know that colt who has the furriest lil legs, the one who can barely see thru his forelock and everytime you look he freezes and hopes that you aren't looking..that is what she is inside..and that may be the key to her happiness is finding herself in him.
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