The Beer Ranch Blog
The scripts that drive us.
The timing has to be perfect. This was a belief my mother gave me when I was very small. She had an unplausible theory that “the right things” were “easy” and timing was a big part of that equation. If it didn’t flow, it didn’t go in my house. I can remember as a…
Are the horses calling you?
On a misty morning, she appeared at my round pen. Her heart was heavy and her soul tattooed with patterns she knew were no longer random. Her wonder had lead her here — her desire to gain mastery over the things she could control and a need to respond with grace…
The scripts that drive us.
The timing has to be perfect. This was a belief my mother gave me when I was very small. She had an unplausible theory that “the right things” were “easy” and timing was a big part of that equation. If it didn’t flow, it didn’t go in my house. I can remember as a…
The Kit Bond Bridge
The Kit Bond Bridge. When I’m coming home from a long trip north or when I fly to my destination, the marker I am in the homestretch is the Kit Bond Bridge. I always take a picture to mark the occasion and I feel accomplished no matter how tired I am. My journeys are…
Storms that reveal.
Storms can destroy, and storms can reveal. I live in the Midwest and we are no stranger to storms of all kinds. From whirlwinds to blizzards, the weather is here can be rough. I’ve seen it obliterate homes, uproot trees, and rearrange whole environments. The clash is…