Fireworks bursting like blossoms amidst the smells of barbecue–awesome. Growing up in the country it also meant rodeo! Yes I grew up with cowboys and cowgirls although I wasn’t one myself. Horse riders are amazing americans who see life through a wonderful mix of hard work and crap. The wise ones are grateful for every bit of it.
I’d like to thank all those who follow this blog and all those who comment. I’m interested in learning from you.
What kind of nurturing topics are you interested in? What nurturing questions do you have?
May you thrive in your independence and ride your life like an American Quarterhorse in full sunlit glory.