While You’re At Home…

Hey there y'all -- during this time of uncertainty, I want to urge y'all to take time to connect with yourselves. It's incredibly easy to get sucked into the news cycles, (not that you should be uninformed...but it's also a risk of becoming addicted to and overwhelmed by it, so take breaks) and if you're …

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Brakes

I’ve no idea the time of day. Through the slits in the shutters it’s light, but dim. Maybe it’s cloudy or maybe we’re dipping towards the evening. I really have no idea. Although I can’t see them, I know my eyes are swollen because even that dusty blue light trickling in burns the backs of …

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Talk to Them

They say that talking to Plants helps them grow, That the exchange of Voice (regardless of tone) Encourages broader bloom. I believe the same works With each other: That Brighter, bigger, more beautiful Growth rides the waves Of our thoughtful voices. Talk to them. Talk to them all. Build base for understanding: For learning, for …

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Strong Heart

I should note to my followers that this post is neither ranch nor donkey related. This is a piece I've written as a way to look for answers for myself. After all, writing is a tool to discover things. Although I do personally journal things that never make it to the public, this one, I …

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Black Chicken Bloomed

One year ago today, I posted this story on my blog. This was the story of the Unicorn and the first death of a chicken here and how King Ranch refused to let one of his own die in vain. It poured and it broke our hearts. This morning, I decided to wander over to the spot beneath …

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You’re Done, Dead Weight

On our property are several pecan trees. During the fall, literally 1000’s of pecans fall with the leaves -- some crack open and some don’t. Pecans that do crack open are quickly discovered by hungry donkeys who look forward to the tasty, autumn treat.   During the summer time, however, the pecan trees turn into …

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Little Foot’s Little Books

We are nearing the end of the usual soaked, Texas spring. Soon, the clay will crackle in devastating dehydration and the treetops and rosebushes will be broiled. I give it another month until we’re begging for relief from the heat. I sat on the floor in the living room sipping my coffee, watching Little Foot …

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The Last Little Rockstar

The mid-afternoon air hung heavily around us as King Ranch and I stood behind the wooden back house with chipping red paint that sits a ways back on our property The back house is a dilapidated structure that we were told was the original house on the property. One side of it appears to have …

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Life and Death, Again. I Guess That’s the Way of Things.

It wouldn't rain. My goodness, had it been trying to, but it just would not rain. The thing about late, Texas spring is that when the sky tries to rain, but can’t, we’re all left wandering through soupy, walking-through-a-warm-wash-cloth air that gets trapped around the middle of the rib-cage when you inhale. For those of …

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Choppy Waves

To your tiny face, I stoop down, My thumb pushing that line Of tears. They’re cool on Your warm, tired face, and Glaze the depth of your blue Eyes with heavy glint that hurts.   Come here, unto my chest, my Baby, and feel my beating heart. Every Thump thumps just for you, every Hair, …

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