Texas Ranching in the Fall

The haunting  song the post oaks sang today as the wind of fresh norther blew on tree tops. Fall was at it's best, how grateful am I to see it's wonder. In woods on the land with cattle.

I know that only a few are chosen to get to feel life this way, God has looked down on me with great favor.  The sound of the leaves rustling at my boots and the smell of dirt still damp from last weeks snow. The creak and whine of those oaks as they swayed. 

I liked to dance and she didn't like that

I liked to dance and she didn't like that

I wanted to spend time with my family and she didn't like that

I wanted to travel and she didn't like that

I wanted kids and she didn't like that

I wanted her to stay and love her anyway

 and she didn't like that

I guess that is about as close to irreconcilable differences you can get, so after fifteen years and life of growing up together we shall now part ways. Was a many of growing pains along the way but that is life. There are no fairy tale ending or happy ever afters. That's why they call them fairy tales because it's not real life. 

Not that we couldn't  have had a happy married life, but should have prepared more for problems that would come along the way. We should have shared the load of solving problems. Her problems should have been mine and mine hers.  

With a fairy, hand in hand

“Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a fairy, hand in hand,

For the world's more full of weeping

 than you can understand.”  - WB Yates 

I reached out and took the fairy's hand and into the wild we went. What wonders did we see behind most every tree. My soul felt renewed and my mind dreamed larger than ever before. It was the happiest I had ever been. Then the fairy let go of my hand. 

The wild of the woods lost it's light and fear set in my mind for now I was alone. The fairy is far gone from sight. I am left to find my way. But darkness will come before the morning light.  I can not blame the fairy for I am the one that took her hand. I am no human child and the wild is where I feel free. 

I know the fairy's only purpose was to lead me where I need to be. 

*The thoughts I had after reading the "The Stolen Child" by WB Yates and wife filing for divorce.