A Bridle Horse Sun and A Buckin Horse Moon

A Buckin Horse Moon

Under a buckin horse moon somewhere laid a bronc stomper with dust on starched jeans and long fringed rodeo chaps.

Somewhere lying still beneath the same moon was a cowboy girl with dust on starched jeans and long fringed armitas.

The cowboy bounced from town to town running the rodeo trail.

He'd ride one here and there, get pitched off one only every once in a while.

Rodeo season and branding time came around alike, so while he was out covering rank ones, she was throwing lines in the smoke of a branding fire.

A bridle horse sun burned hot as summer rolled into view.

Broncs bucked hard beneath the bright lights for the cowboy, and cowhorses moved like silk beneath the cowboygirl.

After long, hot days below a bridle horse sun, along came a buckin horse moon and beneath it, the world seemed to mesh well.

So with all the forces working together like, romance and love began to unfold between the bronc stomper and the cowboy girl.

It went that for a time that the buckin horse moon was the only witness to this love.

Though one day, beneath a Santa Barbara bitted sun, the cowboy girl was seen in the stands twirling the rings on her fingers as the cowboy got down in the chutes.

Soon after, the sun became a witness to it all, though the moon had seen it first.

After a while and a good long talk, so it was, the true love that played out in the spotlight of the bridle horse sun and the bucking horse moon.

And sometimes you can still see them running beneath that glow.

Photo Credit: Kricket Keetch

I wrote this quite a while ago kind of in light of some friends that I really look up to! Found it in a stack of papers today, hope you liked it! :) (leave some feedback in the comments if you like! - we LOVE hearing from you all!!)

Have a great day!! <3 

~Gussie

Alive

Being crazy isn't over-rated.
More than once I've been titled "obnoxious", "rebel" and "wild."
That's as much intentional as natural.
I guess it's just the way I'm wired.
To me, alive feels like wind. The kind that grabs all of your hair and pulls it in a good way. The kind that catches in your lungs and takes your breath from you.
Alive feels something like the way your heart jumps seeing blue lights in the rear view and then flying right past you.
It's sitting out the truck window with your hair down when he's driving way too fast.
Alive goes something like deep conversations on long gravel roads.
Drinking too much coffee and getting up too early, watching the sun come up between your favorite pony's ears is feeling alive.
It's long kisses and rough hands.
It's that fine line between thinking you're gonna die and living.
That fine line between thinking you're going to get caught and getting away.
I don't want the kind of crazy that steals your phone and accuses you of cheating.
I want the mystery kind of crazy.
Alive is an edge. A sharp one. One that has blood stains and daffodils and feathery, white clouds.
It's feels like the adrenalin rush when a colt bogs his head beneath you and you stick him.
Alive to me is just feeling. Something. Anything. Emotion.
I would rather cry, giggle hysterically, fury, scream and grin than to lethargically watch my world pass by.
I want to see it. Touch it. Hear it. Feel it. Be it.
I don't want to feel like I'm not moving or living.
Alive; that's the way I like to feel.
And if crazy is what alive feels like, I want to be crazy.
Go be alive.
Even if it means you are a rebel. Hell some of the coolest people I know are rebels. Like my mom. She's a badass and that's one of the things she got titled.
Life's too short to not feel alive.

Luvs, Gussie

Without The Engraved Picture Frame

Writers feel deeply.
That is why they can take your darkest fear and tear it's guts out to let it lay in a rawness that you've been needing to see it in.
It's myth that those who feel deeply aren't tough. That myth couldn't be more opposite from the truth.
It is easy to hide feelings you don't have. But to feel and burn and bleed over something that you can never express is harder than hell.
It feels like raindrops, ones made of fire, are spitting down your neck and in your face. And they are screaming their name and crying out the pains of their own.
Writers can read your eyes and spill their tears as drops of ink.
They see the world without blinders. Without the engraved picture frame. The desert is a desert. They see all the ugly, disgraceful and painful pieces.
Writers are real. They are not people who wake up shining their own ray of sunshine. They step on boots and spur rowels in the night, and cuss. They look in the mirror at tangled hair and tired eyes. They cry and scream and curse a name into the thundering night.
When you read something that moves you, it moves you because it's real. Because real is life and life is real.
If I said, tomorrow you will wake up with the sun streaming in and birds singing on your windowsill. I'd be lying. Or you'd think I was Disney.
I guess that's just something on my mind. Something I've been thinking.
That doesn't mean if you don't write that you don't feel deeply. I think in some way everyone is scarred. And in some way, everyone expresses the feelings they can't say.
Sometimes it just seems that's easier to see in writers.

Have a good night everyone!
-Gussie

Top 15 Summer Songs

Top 15 songs to get you pumped for and through summer!

1. A Little Bit Country--Adrian Buckaroogirl
   This song is just wonderful :) 
2. Pour Some Sugar On Me--Def Leopard
   Old obnoxious rock is just good.
3. Amazing Grace--O'Conner Mark
   This version is instrumental and it's really beautiful! I like to listen to it before a rodeo or times when I'm nervous or stressed!
4. Oh Tonight--Josh Abbott Band
5. The Night Is Young--Kyle Park
6. How She Rolls--Chase Rice
7. Slow Hand--Conway Twitty
8. Went For A Ride--Radney Foster
9. Two Dozen Roses--Shenandoah 
10. Tonight We Ride--Tom Russell
11. Pony--Ashley Monroe
12. Wear My Ring--Bart Crow
13. Cowboy Cadillac--Brenn Hill
14. Trouble--Wade Bowen
15. Someday Soon--Suzy Bogguss 

A lot of these songs are oldies, but definitely good ones!! :)

Luvs, Gussie!

Porches, Kitchens and Saddle Shops

When I was little I remember thinking, I don't want to learn from my mistakes because that looks like it hurts.
From the get-go Mom has been the best friend, mother and the best place to go for advice.  And that is lucky, because unfortunately, I hear and see a lot of kids saying how much they dislike their parents and I can't really even imagine that.  So it was pretty handy to learn from her mistakes instead of mine.   When I thought that, the idea was to skate through life.  I would listen to all that Dad had to say concerning horses and then in doing so, I wouldn't have to learn the hard way.  I juiced Mom for what all the "right" things to do were, then I wouldn't be wrong.  I listened to grandpas on porches and grandmas in kitchens, I listened to horse trainers and cowboys in saddle shops, I listened to girls go on about boys thinking I would figure them out(I haven't) and I listened to my teachers.  I'm still listening.  I still have a lot to learn.  My misconception was that I thought if I listened and learned everything I could, I wouldn't get hurt, or screw up or have a moment of idiocy and embarrassment.  All of this advice that I've sucked in has helped me a lot and even though I haven't always followed it exactly, I wouldn't change my knowing it.  I just thought I wouldn't have to hurt.  That is a funny thing.  It doesn't matter that I heard and listened to all of this, I still get hurt, I still screw up and I'm still beating myself up for my cow-work at that show.  I mean I've talked to trainers, showers, cowboys and Dad (who can be all of those things at once) and they've told me how to do it right.  And I knew how to do it right, but it just didn't happen.
The thing is, no matter how hard you try to avoid it, mistakes will happen.  I mean after all the saying "We're only human." is spot on.  So I'm not trying to have a moment of profoundness, or give you advice.  Frankly, I feel weird when people ask me or I give people advice because I feel like I'm too young and inexperienced to be advising people on life.  All I really want you to get out of this is that advice is going to help you, but mistakes are still going to happen.
The next time you find yourself regretting something, remember that mistakes are for you to learn from not dwell on.  And I'm working on that too.


Have a lovely night!
XOXO
Gussie

Happy Saturday

Happy Saturday morning from me (Gussie) and the fluffy red dog sitting next to me!
Krick, Dad and the Mums set off on a little adventure to Wyoming this morning while Zane and me watch the pups.
Sometime when you have a spare moment or two, sit down, watch an old movie, drink a hot cup of coffee and snuggle a dog.
And most of all....

Happy day all!!

Gussie

photo credit: tumblr

Passion.

Passion.

Luvs, Gussie