Not really any need to watch the video, but it's pretty good.
What follows is from the liner notes.
The Trail
Growing up, learning to hunt was a rite of passage in our home. I remember one excursion in particular: the weekend my Dad took me to base camp up Old Rum Creek. After some 4am toast and coffee, we saddled up the horses and used a flashlight to find the beginning of the trail. Then Dad turned off the light. All I could make out was the saddle horn in front of me and I started to question my Dad's good sense. To put my mind at ease, he said horses could see better than people and that there shouldn't be any cliffs or flooded creeks along the way. Far as I could tell he believed what he was saying, so I did too and off we went - in the dark.
It was a crazy feeling, trusting an animal to see what I couldn't and to stay on a trail that I didn't know. But after an hour or so the sun came up and that old horse led us out to some of the most beautiful country I had ever seen.
Now I'd like to say life is like that horse, meandering along, taking you to a place you eventually want to end up. But if life is a horse, mine has taken me to the whiskey trough and back, munching on wild crops of cannibis along the way. But I'm learning that the trail isn't as important as who you share it with - like that morning in the mountains with my Dad, it's the company that makes it worth it all. - Dean Brody
I believe that the Higher Power has a plan for us and we should trust to His/Her instincts and not to question his wisdom. All things happen for a reason. I moved from Kamloops to the lower mainland to follow my then boyfriend, the jockey (that's a whole other story), and that's where I ended up getting in to the trade and becoming a jorneyman electrician which has served me well over the years. It's given me the resources to be able to keep my horses and my dogs and keep a roof over my head, food and beer in the fridge, the occasional new pair of jeans and fuel in the truck. So I think that, like Dean, I'll keep trusting that horse and the trail he's leading me down.
Now what more, I ask you, could a girl ask for?
Happy New Year, Deb.
ReplyDeleteWhile Brody isn't my cuppa, I did listen to the entire first song. The thing I really like about country music is the wisdom one often finds in the songs; it's just the singin' I can't stand. ;-)
I've been doin' a lot of reflecting, too... one always seems to do that sorta thang this time o' year. I like your optimism. I try and maintain that same sort of outlook but it's hard, at times.
Buck, thanks for trusting me and having a listen.
ReplyDeleteI try and maintain that same sort of outlook but it's hard, at times. I know it is, but my Daddy raised me up to make that choice when I got up in the morning and I try to do it every day.
I've been on a horse on a trail in the dark like that. It does take a lot of faith. That's for sure.
ReplyDeleteHope you have a Happy New Year!
Your tale reminds me of gettin separated from the rest of the pack late one night and riding north across the D Ranch and thru the Eden valley reserve until my horse found the way back across the Highwood River. thx for the memories.
ReplyDeleteHey Deb! Happy New Year! I was not familiar with Mr. Brody, as I really haven't followed country music lately (or any other music really).
ReplyDeleteWhat Buck said about country music being full of wisdom. In fact, I think the only clever music comes out of Nashville. And, I've got no problem listening to the singers, as Buck seems to. Grew up with it. Got family history with the biz back in the old days of twangy hillbilly stuff, so the newer artists are really more enjoyable to me than the Twitty, Jones', Porter, Tammy, and Loretta days (Lord, don't strike me down).
Enjoyed listening. Good stuff.