Awake Thy Soul

Autumn is here.

Can you hear her? She’s all russet haired and freckled faced and feral voiced…

Listen.

She’s calling you.

And if she’s not calling you then she’s whispering to me.

The world is cooler from her frosty kiss,

Burning fingertips gentled,

Feverish brains soothed.

Candy colored trees and wool sweaters stacked high on a wooden bench.

Rasberry perserves and lattice topped pies,

A little cigar in the early morning air and coffee from a thermos.

No one thinks that the boy with the rough hands and three day stubble on his chin is Secretly carrying Virgil in that pocket there, but I know.

Listen to what she has to say…she’s calling for change.

Offering you excitement about what YOU are offering this world.

Listen.

Listen.

xo xo Liz 

Big News In Buckaroo Barbie Land...

I had planned on returning from my trip with Adrian from her show and then my amazing birthday camping/fishing/eating extravaganza week and regaling you all with stories about the fun times we had. But I have news that trumps all that and I’m going to tell you a story instead….

Once upon a time there was a little girl with blonde hair, blue eyes and could sing like a bird. She grew up with an odd, old-fashioned shaped hole in her heart, but she never really noticed because she was always singing so much.

There was once a little boy with curly, curly hair and eyes that couldn’t decide whether they were green or brown. He grew up and it was as if the languages of other people didn’t make sense to him, but he didn’t pay much attention because he was always roping so much.

One day the man with the curly hair went to a bronc ride in Texas and there was the blonde haired girl that could sing like a bird, and sing she did and she also bucked off a big old bronc. And when they met that weird old fashioned shaped hole in the girl’s heart mended itself because the man had the same shaped hole in his heart. And so they fell in love.

And once they fell in love they decided they wanted to be best friends for ever and never have to be parted anymore, so one day the man with the curly hair shined up his favorite bit and gave it to the girl that could sing like a bird and asked her to be his wife. And she said yes.

All of that was a really long, sappy way to say that my little sister Adrian fell in love and is engaged to the loveliest man in the world besides our dad…

Congrats Boone and A!!! I love you both so much!

             

xo xo Liz 

Hey You!

Hey you!

Yes you….

The one striving and slaving away and worrying that you’re behind in your walk through life…

You are exactly where you need to be. At this precise moment, you are right on target.

Having troubles settling in? Feel like you’re slugging away for nothing? You keep trying and enjoy where you are right now. You are building the foundation for tomorrow’s future.

There are a multitude of ways that you can feel that you’re behind if you start comparing yourself to friends, family, co-workers…

But just stop right there! There is no one else like you! No one else can live out your life story like you can and wherever you are RIGHT NOW, no matter how frustrating it feels, is where you need to be! Enjoy the ride and know that you are one of a kind. Of course your story is going to be different than everyone else around you…no one can have quite the same story you do or play your part with the same amount of “flair” that you will…you are the main character in this particular story and no one can take your place.

I can't tell you how behind I used to feel in so many different ways...like college for example. When I graduated high school I went straight to work. I didn't start college until I was here and sick with Lyme and it seemed like all my friends were graduating college and getting started with their careers, heading out in life and I was just going backwards. It was terribly frustrating at times but it was right where I needed to be...while I was fretting everything sort of just fell into place and I am SO glad that my story is written the way it is.                                                                        

So calm down for a minute and quit thinking that everyone is leaving you in the dust…you are right on target and you are right where you need to be.    

xo xo Liz 

Go For A Ride In Your Cadillac

When I look into the future,

I hope to see

A row of collared white shirts, hanging neatly in the back window of the truck.

Sourdough biscuits that I’ll have finally mastered,

Dripping with honey.

Your hand

Heavy on my thigh as we drive,

Throwing out mineral block as we go.

Dark hide

Slowly built into a set of reins during long winter nights,

Buttons all match up and swing with style.

An impromptu fishing trip that consists of you,

Laughing at me and not catching a thing.

A writing desk, be it the top of a cooler in camp or a wooden table,

Resplendent with my notebook and favorite pens,

To catch the words as they appear.

Reata

Tied to my saddle.

Backhand thrown consistently.

Little grey mare turning just fine in town.

Sunburnt hand clasped in strong hand in prayer before a meal.

Boots thankfully traded for slippers,

And one small whiskey before bed.

Come on, baby

I wanna jump in your Caddy and go on a trip around the moon. 

xo xo Liz