Archives for September 2015


Hello again! As you know, I am doing the Blog-tember Challenge hosted by Bailey Jean from Brave Love. There are so many wonderful women participating in this challenge! It really is a fantastic exercise to help you get through writer’s block. If you have it. Some days I write so freely, and my thoughts just spill out through my fingers. Some days I just stare at the screen, stuck, unable to uncork my thoughts. Today comes more easily, but with a bittersweet pang..
Day 4: What are you passionate about?

_______ W I L D  H E A R T _______
I read the prompt for today and immediately knew what I wanted to share. I waffled about whether I should shove my first response aside and write about one of the more creative things that I am passionate about.

That one quiet little word drifted across my thoughts.
Share your heart.

I have always had a deep passionate love for horses. There is a peacefulness that comes over my heart when I am on the plantation around horses. They are wild and strong, with fire in their hearts. They are gentle and playful, and faithful until the end. They teach you patience, and they test your courage. Riding is serene. You learn to ask, and admire their willing response. When you create a bond of trust with a horse they will run through fire for you. Such courage is bound in the heart of a horse. They carry you across the hot dusty earth, gliding with heavy graceful strides. In those moments you are free. They give you wings.
I started riding when I was seven at this tiny local barn. I adored that place. I learned so much in the years that I rode there. My instructor, Mrs. Kay, taught me something that saved my life years later. She used to say: “When you fall off, and you will, be a rag doll. Don’t be afraid. Relax and roll.” She drilled that into us during riding lessons. Falling from your horse is just common place when you first start to ride. I became rather proud of my rag doll skills. 
Two years ago I suffered a severe head injury in a riding accident. It shook me to my core, and it stole  my wings. I was training my sweet off the track thoroughbred during a very hot summer day in the middle of June. He was still just a baby. He had never known anything but the racetrack. I had saddled him up and headed down the long dirt road to the arena. All of the barn girls, and my trainer, were already warming up their horses for a solid workout. As I walked down the road I had this gnawing feeling. Something was not right. I walked into the arena and hopped up on Ice, my willing chestnut wild heart. We trotted around the arena dodging the others riders and horses that were warmed up by now. My trainer called to me to move my thoroughbred into a canter. I had a check in my spirit. Ice was not warmed up, he had too much pent up energy. I knew my horse. He was a bolter when you asked him to move forward. He was still learning. All he knew was racing. 
I asked him to canter, pushing my concerns aside. 
Everything happened so fast, and yet in slow motion. I saw the adrenaline of the racetrack capture my young horse. He flew forward in a frenzy and galloped with all of his heart toward the young riders ahead of me. I pulled him through the arena away from the young girls, and he found the nearest jump and leaped for his life. When he landed I lost my left stirrup. He was so wound that I could not bring him down. As we raced around the arena I felt the saddle begin to slip underneath me. My horse was pouring sweat and too much of my weight was in the one stirrup. I knew I had to jump. I heard my truth echo back at me through my trainer’s voice. Bail, you have to bail. Jump!

Be a rag doll..
I leaned away from the slipping saddle and pushed myself from the freight train beneath me. I hit the ground with such force it felt like my body shattered. And then nothing.  I came to in the middle of the arena covered in dirt, my horse standing over my body, sniffing me with great concern. It felt like a dream. Everything around me was blurry, covered in an ethereal haze. I do not remember much about what transpired in the rest of that day. I have never really recovered those memories. I was told later by my trainer, and the other girls in the arena, that my entire body started seizing after I hit the ground.  I suffered a traumatic brain injury in the form of a concussion with whiplash. It left bruising on the front and back of my brain. I was physically unable to ride for a year. I could hardy get up and complete normal tasks for months. It has been two years and I still have crippling pain when I move too quickly or bend over. Words do not come as easily, and my thoughts get lost sometimes. 
Because of the trauma I most likely will never be able to ride again. I remember the doctor telling me how lucky I was that I did not break my neck, or that the trauma had not done worse. I didn’t feel lucky at the time. Honestly, I felt sorry for myself and angry that something I loved so much evaporated so quickly. The risk that comes with riding now is life altering. And possibly ending. 
What does this have to do with passion? Well, I had such a deep passion for riding. It lit fire in my very soul. The embers of that fire burn gently now. I think there is something healing and instructive about being around horses. I am not fearful of them. Accidents happen. I still have my helmet. It is cracked from the brim to the back. A reminder. Having passion for something is awakening! We should all have something in life that makes our heart sing, something that sets us free. For me that passion has taken on other forms now. I cannot ride. It is frustrating and honestly hurts. But I can still spend time with the creatures that I feel so much like in spirit. And I can help light that fire in another wide eyed little girl who just wants to fly on chestnut wings of her own.
Whatever your passion is, share it with others and cultivate it! It may not always take on the form that you hoped, but it does not have to burn out.
There you have it. That is my uniquely personal take on today’s prompt. Did you make it through the whole thing with me!? That was a long one. 
I would love to know what you are passionate about. What sets your heart on fire?


Hey lovelies! Today’s post is just a touch different that usual. Bailey Jean from Brave Love is hosting the Blog-tember Challenge again this year! The Blog-tember challenge is a daily linkup, with prompts for each day provided by Bailey Jean HERE. Blogging every. single. day. can be daunting, but who doesn’t love a challenge! If blogging everyday is too much, just pick the days/prompts that work for you, and join in! Be sure to use #blogtemberchallenge If you share your posts on Twitter or Instagram
Day 1: Introduce yourself.
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For those not familiar with the girl behind the blog, let me introduce myself; I’m Jen! I’m a fresh college graduate ( Hallelujah ), follower of Christ, blogger, graphic designer, and gym rat with a foodie’s heart. 
I have a Bachelor’s in Biblical Studies. Why? Well, one of my heart’s desires is to be married and have a family. I want to homeschool my children, and give them a solid foundation rooted in God’s Word. I was homeschooled myself, and it was an amazing experience!  
I love clothes. 
Fashion is a very personal way of expressing yourself for the world to see! It’s your personality personified in a dress, a necklace, that perfect pair of heels..
It is something that everyone can have fun with, and should! 
I love food
Food is something that can be shared with others. It almost encourages friendship bonding! Plus, it has the power to make you feel strong and energetic, or run down and sluggish. I’m quite fond of the former, and adore sharing fresh, healthy recipes that help you feel strong too!
I love encouraging/inspiring others
Being a woman is hard. There are so many pressures that weigh heavy on our hearts and minds. I know what a small word of encouragement can do for my outlook. My goal is to encourage and uplift the hearts of the women around me, and those that I meet through this blog, and brighten your outlook too! I so genuinely care for each of you. If I can encourage or inspire y’all for even just a minute, I am content. 
That is really what is at the heart of Boone & Owl. Expressing who you are through fashion, eating well, and encouraging others in our day to day lives! This space is my heart. It is me, and I want it to be a sanctuary for purity, creativity, style, individuality, healthy living, inspiration, and encouragement. 
That is little ole me. I would so love to know more about you guys too! Link me up to your blogs in the comments. Tell me more about yourself. Let’s connect!



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