Dear Cowgirl,
The world feels really noisy somedays
Most days actually
The whole female race screaming to be more
To add more
To be aggressive
To yell louder
Feminism replacing femininity
To step back from things like
The news
The loudness of it all
The intensity
Social media
Fear
Panic
Comparison
To allow joy
In the form of
Softness
Baking
Nice horses
Happy cows you can’t believe are yours
Perfectly worn flannel shirts
Hot mugs of stew on chilly November nights
Kisses from a happy, well loved baby learning how to giggle and kiss and crawl
Music that worships the Lord rather than degrading women
A trap line to walk again
Pulling out that unfinished quilt to sew
Will james books and their familiar stained and yellow worn pages
Hugs that last forever from true friends
Wildflowers in a Topo Chico bottle on the windowsill
Dinner and lonesome dove under a buffalo robe blanket
Making music around a fire because it brings you joy, not because someone wants to pay you
Freedom in open spaces
Freedom in hope
Freedom from it all
Freedom to let go
I hope you remember that
It’s beautiful to be a woman
It’s an honor to be a mother and homemaker
It’s a gift to be able to be soft rather than harsh
It’s a joy to be free rather than fit in
It’s a good life, if we just live it
Try it sometime
©Adrianbbrannan