My favorite girlfriend and I have both loved cowboys (which I Freudian Typed "cowbodys") for a long time. There was a rodeo a million years ago, and we bought hats, and leered at men with excellent rear ends in faded jeans.
I realized a few years into marriage that when an attractive person caught my eye, it was inevitably because there was a quality in them that I was missing in myself. Cowboys are no different. I've been listening to classic country lately, and brooding about big skies.
I like the way freedom feels. January chills have me (and everyone else) cooped up, and the next semester is about to start. It's hard to feel like myself. I'm praying for joy and spaciousness this week.
How about you? Is there a part of yourself that's hibernating? Can I join you in those prayers?
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