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....
Someone who is still out there

Someone who is still out there

There’s a particular kind of grief that doesn’t come with a funeral. No flowers. No casseroles. Just quiet absence. It’s the loss of someone who’s still out there, living, breathing, carrying on, but not in your life anymore. Maybe it was a slow fade. Maybe it was a...
My mother’s garden

My mother’s garden

I found myself in my garden, surrounded by the flowers my mother once loved.   This garden is mine—planted in my time, in my rhythm—but still, she’s here. Listening to the birdsong, I heard her laughter, soft and familiar.  She was there in the dancing of the...
Horses

Horses

There’s a quiet kind of healing that happens when you stand beside a horse. It’s not loud or dramatic. It doesn’t come with fanfare or applause. It comes in stillness—in the soft exhale of a warm breath, the calm gaze of a deep brown eye, the rhythm of hooves meeting...