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WORDS by Lindsay Craig

Every morning Roger paws me awake making sure that he is fed at the exact moment the dawn reaches into the bedroom; making absolutely sure I am to be present and awake when it happens. It would be blasphemous to sleep through the dawning of a new day, or in his world, not to have a full dish. Making my way into the kitchen succumbing to the desperate hunger of Roger, my own desperation kicks in. The desire for that first sip of freshly ground, perfectly balanced and strongly brewed cup, takes over as I prep for, in a lot of cases, the best moment of my day. Snuggled back in my bed with a steaming hot cup of coffee; I find satisfaction, as Roger purrs next to me, proud of his accomplishments.

 

Ritual and routine of the animals sounding the morning alarm while the dawn hits the mountain side, and the aroma of fresh dew fills the air through the open window.

 

Then comes in my vice; the phone. Scrolling endlessly through images, some beautifully stunning, long curated posts that will never truly see the light of day for more than a moment in time. Then down to the next dopamine hit. An hour vanishes, and its time to get my shit together and get on with the day. Mindful, not mindful, mind of you, of mismatched messaging, “How to make more money, what you are doing wrong on your social, why you are an avoidant attacher? How to treat your undiagnosed ADD, why millennials have it the worst.”

 

The buzz continues on while attacking my day, until I arrive at the barn. An orchestra of whinnies come bellowing across the field as they trot one by one up the fence line to share the softest thing on the planet; a horse nose. All is right in the world again, and I find stillness.

 

Among the quiet of the trees, the smell of fresh cut hay and the inspiring views, there is the hardship of demands. Dependants that we steward and fence in, hay season, housing and the never ending pile of farm chores; this, to me, is Western living.

 

The beauty in the balance of moving and pushing our bodies to build, and to work as they were designed to. I choose this life to breathe, to find purpose and serenity; spirituality in a confusing manipulative world. To practice empathy, to build community and to express our love for the natural ways of things.

 

I hope you enjoy a hot cup of coffee while flipping (not scrolling) through a glimpse of our lenses.

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