Tiny Prayers To Father Time

The sun has set on our time in the Land of Enchantment. The skies were breathtaking, the food was impeccable, and the secrets of the land are held by Diné, some of which, we’ll never know. That’s what makes this place so special. It doesn’t give away it’s magic to you. You have to earn it. Thanks for holding us while we grew, NM. (at Sandia Mountains) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjLWGiAr4Ep/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

✌🏼 This pup is the cutest little lady in the west. Ft the duo: Hanky Williams and Jessi Girl Colter (at The Wild West) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch1LzlmuDTA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

It’s my main lady’s bday. Miss Jessi turned 1 this week 🥳 So here’s what y’all missed from the start! She’s a two parter! (at Southwest USA) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch1KP_2O2h-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

Mom got a few new things this past year: a new pup, a new truck, and a new rock 😉😏 forgot to tell y’all 💕 (at Thoreau, New Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChRGXZduhTN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

🧡 (at Old Town Albuquerque) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgZ4ImMuXSD/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

We came for the watering hole. Hank stayed for the sticks, Jessi stayed to protect Mom, and Mom stayed to look at Dad’s muscles 🤷🏻‍♀️ Successful Sunday Adventure with the Turner Gang 🍃 (at New Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgIzlH5OBI_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

Feeling a lot more like this than myself lately. Between shadow and self it’s hard to not fall back into old mindsets while still honoring new growth. Just like the light of day after a long dark night, ready or not, it’s coming. (at Self Worth) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgAhNg3OWDy/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

Scroll for increasingly cute photos and also for a collection of photos that I send Taylor every morning. It’s National Hank Day so bust out that record player y’all! 🤠 (at Hank Williams Lost Highway) https://www.instagram.com/p/CTDz_HWjBZ-/?utm_medium=tumblr

Sundaze, amirite? #dogdaysofsummer (at Albuquerque, New Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSmiIDELzG4/?utm_medium=tumblr

Yesterday I hiked to the top of a hill to talk to God, cried a lot, asked for a sign, saw a lot of bee butts, spotted and are (duh) a copious amount of wild raspberries, and found a four leaf clover. Little reminders that we make our own luck; we just gotta bet on ourselves and become our own damn lotto ticket. 🍀🤞🏼 (at A Hill) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSQAsWupjbi/?utm_medium=tumblr

Here’s a photo I never posted from 2018* because I didn’t think it fit into my feed’s ~aEsThEtIc~ lololol *for date proof, peep the lack of my ||’s 😂🤔 (at Forest Park, Portland, Oregon) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRfOomCDwQF/?utm_medium=tumblr

Being 28 and finding a new hobby is probably my fav thing about 2021 thus far. I have been thinking about this a lot because it’s deeper than just “I found a new interest!”. To be honest, this wouldn’t be something I would be able to say if my mental health wasn’t in check. So shout out to everyone that’s taking care of their mental health to the point that they can *fathom* trying or pursuing something new. And here’s an even bigger shoutout to those who aren’t in that headspace right now. Because there is hope. There IS a light at the end of the tunnel. There is so much potential to grow in and of yourself. So keep pushing. Regardless of whether you reach that point of readiness tomorrow, next week, or next year, I’m proud of you, and your interests will still be there. The birdies were waiting for me 😉🪶🐣 (at Embudo Canyon, Albuquerque) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRMZlpODOJQ/?utm_medium=tumblr

She was born in the summer of her 27th year, coming home to place she’d never been before. (at New Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQl8D9AhNQ8/?utm_medium=tumblr

I’m having an ~eMoTiOnAl~ day. It could be because it’s Father’s Day and there is a lot of pain there. It could be that it’s Cancer season and ya girl is tried and trueeee that water sign. It could be that it’s my moms birthday and I always feel like the holiday overshadowed that for her. It could be that I’m catching up on the last season of Greys and literally every dead person is revisiting this season and I’m feeling a lot. So here’s a photo of Sycamore bark because these trees can literally survive in a ton of weird environments, because apparently, we can too. (at Uptown) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQWz4XaDK41/?utm_medium=tumblr

Mom and dad left the house and got tacos. (at Sawmill Market) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQTxpd6Dk7e/?utm_medium=tumblr

Sup dawgs, it’s Friday. (at Albuquerque, New Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQQwu3JjUre/?utm_medium=tumblr

Taylor has been teaching me how to play Red Dead and I’m peaking at 27. (at Albuquerque, New Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQFVr04DA4K/?utm_medium=tumblr