A little wild, a lot of Grace

A little wild, a lot of Grace

There’s a rhythm to this life out here. Somewhere between the nickering of a horse and the hum of a kiln. It’s quiet most days, but never still. The land has its own voice, and if you listen long enough, it finds its way into your hands. When I’m building, rolling...
October light

October light

October has always felt like home to me. The air turns tender, the light softens, and everything, sky, field, and heart, seems to breathe a little slower. It was my mom’s favorite month, and maybe that’s why I feel her presence in the quiet moments, when the wind...
Texas autumn

Texas autumn

There’s a shift in the air, even if the thermometer hasn’t quite caught on yet. Texas doesn’t always give us the crisp, cool mornings that other parts of the country welcome in September, but the signs of autumn are subtle and sure if you know where to look. (Bob...
August rain

August rain

Click                August Rain   After weeks of Texas heat, August rain feels like grace falling from the sky. The pastures drink deep, horses and cattle stand still, and the sound of rain on the back porch roof soothes the soul. Enjoy August! Until next time, be...
Morning routine

Morning routine

Mornings here aren’t rushed, they unfold. The sun peeks over horizon, warming the tops of the cedar trees and sending long golden shadows across the pasture. I step onto the porch with coffee in hand, still barefoot, still waking up myself. It’s quiet, but not silent....