The space between the storms

The space between the storms

Healing often begins where we finally choose to slow down. This July started off looking different than I imagined. A fall beside my horse, Stetson, left me with a concussion and bruises that needed time to heal. At the same time, my horse was on his own journey. His...
Field notes for summer

Field notes for summer

  Summer around here is measured in horseback rides, checking cattle in the pasture, swimming in the river, stocktanks and kayaking. The grandkids spend their days outside until exhaustion finally catches up with them. Riding horses throughthe pasture, baseball...
The magic of December

The magic of December

December has a way of arriving dressed in twinkle lights and expectations.  The calendar fills, the to-do lists grow, and we rush towards the finish line of another year. But somewhere in the swirl of festivities, I feel December whispering something softer. This...
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...
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....