I write this post as I turn 27 years old. I have been brought breakfast in bed by my love, and later today I will saddle up and head into the trails of the property with our friends on horseback.
Rain or shine.
I hope Ruby will find us another skull.
Springtime is truly a dreamy season.
It’s that time of year where the creamy greens and muted yellows pop up in the tall
grass that sits in the field across from our cabin.
That time of year where I listen to the grouse pound their drums deep in the forest grove.
Where I watch the snow melt and reminisce on the freedom that winter always brings us.
It’s that time of year where farmers are busy pulling lambs, kids, and calves from their
mothers, to watch them moments later roam their lands by their mother’s feet.
We were recently invited to Bryson’s coworker’s farm to be a part of their
goat’s laboring and birthing.
I’m lucky to have witnessed birth two times now.
I watched my sister bring my nephew earthside last year on April 5th, and this year a
mother goat and her farmer bring a buckling earthside on the very same day.
The complexity and purity of birth is something I believe everyone should
have the opportunity to be a part of.
It is so simple. It is so beautiful. And that is how it should be.
Spring is the time of year that reminds me to trust in what is.
To watch everything grow and develop as it should, and trust that the same is happening to me.
To allow and accept the natural things coming my way, and to be earnestly and honestly
exactly who I am called to be.
Find that trust within yourself, hold it. If it feels right to you, it is.
I trust that my 27th year will bring about big changes in my life, and allow me to seek out
what I want most.
Do you know what I want?
I want to put on my favorite jeans, belt, and hat, saddle up my horse and ride her through
the tall grass into miles and miles of untouched lands.
I want to watch the sunset over the hills and valleys of sagebrush like a cascade of fire.
I want to drink up that light.
I want to collect eggs from the henhouse every morning with a cup of tea in hand,
and name all of my chickens after the freshly grown herbs in my garden.
I want to cook our catch of the day over an outdoor fire and spend all of my time with my dog
and my love.
I want to be thankful for all the things that matter, and brush off all the things that don’t.
I just want to live my life and live it well.
Live it, as who I am called to be.
It’s ok to want what you want and be unapologetic about it.
It is truly ok.
I trust that you know this, deep down in the marrow of your soul, let that feeling beam bright
across your face and truly feel it.
I love you. I believe in you.
Now go forth in all you do.