Texas.

I do not like to talk about politics and I am certainly not going to do that here. That is not what this is for. Do not you worry.

I will say this. I am proud.

Proud to be a Texan.

Proud to be an American.



I can not speak for people from other states or countries, but Texans seem to be born proud. It is in our blood and we take it pretty seriously. You do not have to be born here to get it in your blood either, but I have also come across some people in my life that just do not quite seem to understand it.

Sometimes, I can’t quite explain it either. It is somewhat of a mystical thing and has a sort of magnetic pull, something that just wells up inside and grows throughout your life. It is certainly a special place. A place unlike any other. Not the South. Not the West. Uniquely its own. Naturally there are songs written about it. You did not think I would skip that, did you? We will get to that in a minute. 

The 4th of July always makes me reflect on this. I feel blessed and grateful to live in this country. To do the things I love to do. To be my independent self. To be able to see the light every day. Prouder still, to be a Texan. It is part of who I am. So. This weekend I celebrated with my family doing what I love because I can. I am free to do so. That is what being an American and being a Texan means to me.

I went to the country. I had quality time with my family. I rode my horses by myself. 





I rode my best mare with my Nephew behind me, holding on, while my sister rode Ike with my Niece wrapped in her arms in front of her. One in front of the other and side by side. I baked. 

We ate. We drank. We splashed in the baby pool in the yard. We played with dogs. I went fishing with BIL B, his brother, and my Nephew. Which, by the way, is my second most favorite thing to do next to riding. I not only fished, but I caught. I even got to fish with my rod that BIL B made for me because he brought it just in case I wanted to go with them. 








I napped. I read. I lost count of how many times we watched Tangled and Frozen during the heat of the day.

People, it would seem, are so terribly divided as of late. I wonder where the pride went. Are they not grateful to be able to see the light everyday? To be able to do what they love? Is it not part of who they are? Where is the love? Love of country? Love of people? Love of themselves? Why focus on the hate when you have a choice? 

Focus on the light and love. It is a choice.

Spread the love by walking in love, dear readers. Lead with love!

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10 thoughts on “Texas.

  1. Love it! What a way to celebrate the 4th!
    And all that water… The year I lived in Texas was obviously spent in the wrong part 😉 All tumble weeds and open land, no water like that, in the panhandle 🙂

    1. ❤️ nope, not there, but the panhandle has its own set of charms!!! I know from first hand experience and they speak right to my heart.

      1. I’d say, once you fall in love with “the big open” there’s no going back… I do see the beauty and enigma from it. Raised in the high north, with mountains, deep forest, birches in masses and soft green moss, my year in Texas seemed very exotic I have to say 🙂

  2. YOu should be proud – pride doesn’t mean blindness and it doesn’t mean hate. Hate is not proud. It might be arrogant but it is not proud. Happy July 4. It sounds like you had a great time.

  3. Rocking E Cowgirl

    My husband is from Texas, so I can relate to what you’re saying. On the other hand, I feel like Oklahomans have a similar pride in their land as well!

    1. YES! That is the thing. We relate to other people who have a similar pride in where they come from and can practically accept them as our own. I have a funny story actually from yesterday relating to this very thing and dating lol. I am currently deciding if I want to share on the blog or not.

  4. (HorseLover4Ever) Elizabeth

    So sorry I have not been on to like your posts and comment; our computer screen broke, and we just got the replacement screen today, so I’m like, “Hurrah!!! I can finally get online again!!!” And then before that, our Internet just would NOT work…. :/

    1. Bummer! Glad you are back in action! I was actually thinking about you the other day and was wondering where you had been <3 Glad to have you back!

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