thankyou for love.

dear buckaroo girl.

when you are standing in the middle of the herd.

hands holding your face.

catching your tears.

your passion is burning holes,

in your denim shirt.

this is passion.

this is tradition.

this is art.

I never knew that love could be this loud.

screaming for me to run into your arms.

xo, ginger

this morning the boss said to be saddled by four.

& when we have to start before the sun,

jesus feels so close.

all I can see is the sillouhette of my brothers big hat & his horses ears.

thankyou jesus.

for early mornings and slivers of moon.

for kind cowboys.

for knowing that when we get back,

mommy will have a huge breakfast for the crew.

thankyou jesus for blessing me with your love.

I must give God the credit for things I fall in love with.

because,

whenever my heart hits the toe of my boot,

& bounces into the dirt,

I whisper thank you jesus.

I am so in love,

with a moment. a place. a tiny detail in the day that seems to capture my heart.

warming corners i didn't know were there.

the black horse that is under my saddle is melting into the black air. all I can see is my saddle.

I will trust my horse is still underneath me.

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it's been a while friends.

I know many of you have forgotten me.

but I am still here.

I am dancing in the moonlight,

waiting for you to come.

my whispers reach the sky

losing me.

somtimes I wonder if u all can hear them,

before they are lost in the universe.

somtimes i wonder if you are all with me,

even tho you are not here.

& I will continue to wonder and think,

until I can feel your skin

underneath my roped burned hand.

the mountains are waking up now,

& there is a big job to be done.