Sometimes your heart is pulled in a few directions at once. I never could understand how it happens, or why, but maybe to make us more flexible? Because I can't imagine my heart ever snapping back... So instead, I let it stretch and find peace in the little things. In the smell of the hay in the feed loft, in the cool leather of old saddles... And I wonder if sometimes the pain is worth it. Well let me tell you, IT IS. Whenever a good thing comes around, we should take it, right? Whenever something comes around that needs a little good, we should give it, right? So we are stretched in two directions, giving, taking and walking a thin line between heartbreak and a peace of mind that we could never find elsewhere. Maybe it doesn't make sense to anyone. Maybe I'm caught in the middle of one of those deep waves, like when the ocean crashed around you and you get scared for a split second and wonder if you are going to be able to come up for air... Charles Durham summed it up pretty good: "Life is like the ocean, very vast and beautiful. But when you are caught up in it, and you discover how unimaginably powerful it is... it is then that you must swim, or perish."
Oh come on heart. Please swim. For the love of God, swim... please.
A homegrown heart is one that longs to sleep with the windows open. One that longs to smell the fresh cut fields, Ride in the afternoon - bareback, and barfoot. A homegrown heart likes to turn the music up, grow something, talk to God and wear boots, because they are better. These hearts go fishing, play with dogs and play with horses. Homegrown hearts give it their all, everytime. They are true to themselves, and true to those around them. They have deep roots. But more important, a homegrown heart LOVES WITH ALL ITS STRENGTH.
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- Elizabeth
- Stive for the simple, the lovely, the beautiful. Find God in everything. Cherish home. Be patriotic. Wear boots, jeans, and belt buckles. Love with your whole heart, especially when it's homegrown.
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