This is my prayer for you and wild women everywhere.
To know you’ve tamed some wild things, and let the others run free. To have ridden hard and fallen harder.
To have found your way back to your feet.
This I hope for you.
To have loved a good man, a good horse and a good dog, but not necessarily in that order.
To have been loved. I know you have been loved.
To have mud on your boots, on your face and under your fingernails and still call it a good day. To know the smell of a well-worked horse and call it sweet. To stand in the rain because it’s raining.
To find a soft place to land, wild women, I pray for a soft place to land.
To climb a hill to be closer to the moon.
To do it yourself because you can do it better.
To work. To work. To work. And to love it as much as you can possibly love it.
Wild, wild women.
This is our prayer.