I wasn't that into politics....

Before all hell broke loose in 2017 and Donald Trump became the 45th President and DIVIDED the once United States of America and Hilary vanished into the Hudson Valley after her loss - I wasn't really that political. I supported Obama and adored Michelle and all was right with the world.

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Two of my best friends here in Denver lived in DC before moving west and and their level of politics intimidated me to no end. They knew all the ins and outs of our country's governing system. I would sit in their living room and they would yell at the TV and at get all fired up on Twitter while I was sipping wine and playing with the dog. 

But then things shifted. Suddenly - there was a serious momentum building and Hilary was an absolute shoe in and I had something to get really excited about. The future really was female at that point - I was hopeful and ready to get behind a momentous shift in the paradigm of gender inequality. There was no way in hell "Grab 'em by the pussy..." was going to be our President. 

We all know how that worked out. We've experienced an exhausting year and a half of being governed in 140 characters. 

Today, I'm not sure it's possible to NOT be political in the current state of affairs. Because the scales are tipping so dramatically in either direction (nuclear warfare, #TimesUp, the wall - it's all so extreme) - we're experiencing an equivalent amount of engagement in standing up against issues fighting for what's right: equality and freedom.

On March 24th, I can't wait to march in Denver with a like-minded community of people who believe in gun control. Children and teachers, church communities, Vegas concert goers: all of America needs to see stricter gun laws. We need this to stop.

In a way, the future has to be female. She's all we have left. I'm glad I'm political now - I want to help tip the scales towards positivity and hope. 

Beth-Marie's Mission Statement

I walk away from my house with its endless to-do lists….orthodontist appointments to make, meals to cook, dishes to wash. Hunted by the business of life, I walk out to the barn and pasture. I put my predator ego on the very same hook that I take a rope from and I stop. I always stop. I try to find that part of me that is timeless, that part of me that is right on time. Right here, exactly in this moment. I melt. I breathe. I find silence. Sometimes I'm a hot mess and I don't find it and my horses notice and I screw something up. But they forgive me. If I adjust myself they settle. They are always on time. I'm the one needing to slow down, always.

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What is my mission with these horses? Why have I completely given every extra dollar and moment of my crazy, busy, full life to them? All I know is I don't have a choice. I need them. I need them to change me, to challenge me. I need them to teach me to become the woman I was born to be. They are my true north. They are my door to God. They hold me accountable to all my bullshit. They are my mirror that I can't ever craft an arrogant argument to counter. As I said in my introduction, my mission is to become their dream human. I don't need to compete. I do not need ribbons or a human following of any sort. I just need to allow myself to learn and adjust for the horses, with the horses.

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Theodore Roosevelt
It is not the critic who counts;
not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles,
or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena,
whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood;
who strives valiantly; who errs,
who comes short again and again,
because there is no effort without error and shortcoming;
but who does actually strive to do the deeds;
who knows great enthusiasms,
the great devotions;
who spends himself in a worthy cause;
who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement,
and who at the worst,
if he fails,
at least fails while daring greatly,
so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.

This passage has been my guiding light for many years. I strive to be the (wo)man in the arena, not the one on the sidelines. This is were I come from. Blood, sweat, dust, broken ribs, I ride through it. As I get older I find that, although stubborn grit has served me well, true bad assery is not about hardening but softening. My mission is to allow the hardship and sorrows of life to transform me into someone softer not harder. This is resilience. This is strength. Daring greatly is just as much about submission as conquering. I find myself in the space between what was and what will be. It's a threshold I'm completely uncomfortable with. That is ok. I seek honest intimacy and truth. Hard perfectionism and superficial grit is the enemy of that. My work, my art, my horsemanship will never be about the arrival. It will always be about the journey. I want to lose my sense of desperation. I want all clawing at the dream to cease. But I also don't want to drop the beat. I want to ride hard (with soft hands), love thoroughly, laugh like an ass and really use up and wear out this life of mine.

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Introduction

When there are two forks in the road I take neither and find the deer trail. I’m comfortable with discomfort. What I am motivated by is the good life. Connection, freedom and bad assery are my core values.

I’m living the cowgirl dream. I have an off-grid, homemade house, farm , gardens, cattle, sheep, hogs, birds and eight horses. My man has been my best friend for 15 years. He is my anchor, my refuge, my pain in the ass. My family grows, raises and processes much of our food. Teaching our kids how to work with their hands and the value of good food and where it comes from has been central to our life. We raise our meat from birth through death and process it here on the farm. I remember when my oldest started preschool she asked if she could have a turkey sandwich and potato chips for lunch even though she does love bear rutabaga stew.

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I have ridden horses and loved animals my entire life. I can spend weeks without leaving the farm. I absolutely love my handmade home, although I occasionally need to go out dancing with my girlfriends.

For the last decade I have committed myself to becoming the best horsewoman I can be in this life. Whether I'm riding in the woods, pulling logs, starting a colt, silently perfecting precise maneuvers - I’m most at ease with my horses. I'm committed to becoming the dream human for my horses. I have trained and ridden through three pregnancies and the rearing of those babes. I have bartended on and off for 17 years so I can commit my days to my farm, my kids, on and off homeschooling, my horsemanship, and working with some of the finest horseman in the nation.

My youngest child will be 5 in March, middle is 7 and oldest is 10. I’m changing.. we are changing. For the last decade much of my life force has gone directly into my family and homestead. I’m really tired. I have too many kids, too many farm animals and too many unfinished projects. Farming is hard, there are a lot of sad stories I could tell but I will save that for another day. I recently found a poem I wrote when I was ten. It describes what I want when I grow up.... horses, sheep, cows, dogs, piggies, kids, a nice little house, a delicious husband. I have reached all those dreams. I’m ready to loosen my grip on my ideals and find a slower, more graceful way. I want to step out of survival mode. I have nothing left to prove. I'm already enough. I’m ready to walk the middle path, find ease, listen to the soft quiet voice, focus on joy, love more thoroughly and buy more cookies from Trader Joe’s. Although I'm not quite ready to give up on home raised cheese, pickles and prosciutto.

 

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