The Cowgirl Winter

When the world slows down, the cowgirl doesn’t stop –

she shifts.

The show season might be over.

The golden evenings and sun-warmed rides have come and gone.

The crowds fade, the dust settles, and the noise quiets.

But this, this is when the real work begins.

When the air bites and the breath swirls, when the nights stretch long and the days fall short,

we show up all the same.

Because the cowgirl’s spirit doesn’t rest with the season – it sharpens with the cold.

Feed. Ride. Breathe. Repeat.

There’s beauty in the ritual,

in choosing grit and grace every day.

When we’re hauling water and giving our horses warm feeds to fend off the cold,

when we’re changing blankets and trudging through the snow in 20 layers,

when we’re up before the sun rises and out well past it’s set,

hang onto that cowgirl resilience and remember to find the beauty in it all.

While others seek comfort indoors,

the cowgirl builds her own warmth, from movement, from heart and a love for the land and the animals that she tends to.

Choose to find peace in the quiet of this season,

when the snow drowns out the noise of the world around us.

Winter isn’t the end,

it’s the inhale before the next ride.


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