An open letter
To Aging Cowgirls & Horseman:
You horse fellows may be feeling as though your Strength is winding down as their passion is winding up. Your jeans fit differently perhaps but your new gloves and old boots make ya happier. Your cowboy creases in your face are more of a twinkle than a complaint... And cowgirls Strength and resilience... Have been your goals... not dyed hair or those bling bling things city girls live for. Horseman and women you are not letting yourselves go..you're just getting fired up.
Comfortable in your own skin, just like your worn out saddle, harness or favorite livestock halter. We are now not too young to have well earned gray hair, a few hitches in our giddy up either. But with all of this getting older stuff, we value what means the most. And when we're off the clock which is not often.... We try and connect with those who mean something to us in a way that matters. We still sometimes miss the mark when times get lean and communication gets tire-some. But each day we get back up to do it all over again embracing our farm, livestock or whatever strength and resilience calls us to do for the day. Our greatest daily accomplishment is hope. We hope things go as planned. We hope we don't have to do things over again. We hope that those who depend on us know that we love them. We hope that the stability in our character is projected as the rock for other people. And we hope that all of this can be felt with love. Getting older can be said it's not for the faint at heart. And those who said that are not wrong. In the corners of our mind when we age we acquire ourselves and the wisdom that goes with it. And this wisdom is relative to the millions of memories we have experienced over the course of our lifetime. And if we're lucky….by now, we have passionately kissed those we love, loved those we want to not love and understand that letting go of whatever brings strife is making way for peace. This way of life has brought us to our knees and also has had us standing up cheering. The last goal of the season or the last heart horse who gives in to colic and life is taken away. This is all of you my aging cowgirls and horsemen. For our value lies within ourselves when we are called to love our life, love ourselves and love one another.
