Peppercorn Ranch. One potato, Two Potato.

Sometimes memories are a bitch. They creep up on you. Like heartburn. Like the hiccups. And there is nothing you can do but wait it out.  We have a tendency of memorialzing the good, and burying the bad. That's normal. But when we get stuck in the phase of a memory, where holding on is hurting more than letting go, we must remind ourselves of the bad, the hurt, the not good enough. It's that which will get you through the minute, the day, the month. 

Love was easy. Until it got hard. Until the leaves fell around us. Until we were both there. Naked. In the wind. Years of layers exposed from beneath our bark.   Love was easy. And when the wind blew some trees stayed strong. They reached for you as you creeked in the wind. And some trees cracked and fell away. Only the strong stand tall. Only the rooted. Rooted in love and kindness. Rooted in forgiveness. Rooted in meaning what they say. Rooted in promises and commitment. When you have roots thicker then dirt roads, you stand strong.....waiting for someone to stand with you again. Waiting for someone to be authentically beautiful and raw beside you. Waiting for that person to recognize their bounty of beautiful colors and grow with you. Together. Raw. With you. In the wind.