more guys like you

God made guys like you make girls like me

swing and dip with the guidance of your hip

my cheeks burn from laughter as our karaoke gets louder

and it really doesn’t matter that we are the only ones dancing

God made nights like these for folks like us

more whiskey

more singing

more smiling

more guys like you my love

My Brother’s Keeper

Nothing brings me more joy

than the unconditional love, support, and laughter from my brothers.

Knowing that they have my back is an endless source of strength and comfort.

We grab drinks and laugh about this journey called life and I couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone else.

They are their sister’s keeper

I am brother’s keeper.

PFK!

summer nights

home of the free

land of the lush

music, friends, and a county crush

Never did I ever think I would find myself here. Alabama blares through the speakers as whiskey swirls in my stomach and a cowboy teaches me swing. Beneath that big dark sky our philosophies seem so insignificant. Whether you are branding cattle or planting seeds, we all want the same things. To love and be loved. To be held together when life tries to tear you apart. To have your heart cherished and trust restored. and that my dear, is what summer nights are for.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.– RUMI

Focus On What’s Coming

IMG_1746.PNG.pngFocus your thoughts on what’s coming towards you, not what you’ve left behind. If you’re feeling frightened about what comes next… don’t. Embrace the uncertainty. Allow it to lead you places. Be brave as it challenges you to exercise both your heart and your mind as you create your own path towards happiness. Don’t waste time with regret. Spin wildly into your next action. Enjoy the present – each moment as it comes – because you’ll never get another one quite like it. And if you should ever look up and find yourself lost, simply take a breath and start over. Retrace your steps and go back to the purest place in your heart, where your hope lives. You’ll find your way again…

Let this poem be a coat rack 
you leave something on.
Something that you will be better off without.
Something that if you no longer carry its weight
then the scent of your love will reach others
and help draw them from their places of hiding
and their own shields they won’t need anymore. 
The world will be known as more miraculous,
tender, fun and always giving,
and then your hands, will carry God with you 
wherever you like to go.
You could set Him all around in places 
that you wish Him found. 

-HAFIZ

The ebbs and flows of life. They never cease. It is only our response to them that changes. Ever since that day when my trust was broken and my heart fell straight out of my chest, only to be carefully picked up and pieced together by my dear friends and family, I have been given an incredible opportunity. The opportunity to master my response to life.

Yoga gives us that opportunity every time we come to the mat. Every time we enter into a difficult pose. We can hold it together, push through being uncomfortable, test our strength.

And then. When you are in it. Really in it.

Can you let go a little more?

Can you breathe a little deeper?

Can you crack a smile? Maybe even laugh at yourself?

This is what yoga teaches us. Life requires us to be strong and remain resilient in the face of adversity. But can you find a way to soften in the midst of it? to be a little more flexible? This is how we create room for transformation and growth. By allowing things to come to us. We learn to give ourselves up to whatever the moment brings.

An effortless oneness with what is.

There is a candle in your heart,
ready to be kindled.
There is a void in your soul,
ready to be filled.
You feel it, don’t you?

-RUMI

Farm Sanctuary

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“May our daily choices be a reflection of our deepest values, and may we use our voices to speak for those who need us most, those who have no voice, those who have no choice.”

Left a good job in the city
Workin’ for the man ev’ry night and day
And I never lost one minute of sleepin’
Worryin’ ’bout the way things might have been image1