My friend, are you living in survival mode and feeling like you can never pause to breathe?
Or maybe hustling nonstop but that never feels like enough?
Do you have "friends" but no one you can truly open up to or be a real self around?
Do you know where your food is coming from or does a label tell you all that you think you need to know?
Do you feel exhausted in by the end of the day and just completely burnt out?
Is there a longing in your soul to touch the grass or to ride a horse but you don't know why?
You can take all the supplements, do all the self-help things, a cold plunge, and/or the perfect organic diet...but just maybe all of it is just a blanket - covering , numbing, managing but never reaching your soul. Maybe the real issue isn't what you're doing.
Maybe it's what you disconnected from.
And the solution isn’t found in a bottle of pills or another iPhone. It is in returning to what was. Food from the ground. Meat from a cow-fed grass. Phone down while watching a sunset. Reaching for hope. Stepping into faith. And nourishing yourself with good wholesome food.
You crave it, maybe you're not exactly sure what it is. But there’s this desire in your heart, this need in your soul to have deeper connections, to know where your food comes from, and finding the one thing we all seem to be missing ...
Connection.
CEO of Parker Pastures,
a pasture-raised meat company.
When I open a gate to lead the cows to fresh pasture, they anticipate the abundance of green grass and trust that what I have for them is better than what they’re currently standing in.
That’s what I want this book to be—an open gate for you.
A return to a place where the wild horse in you can run free in fields of grass.
An open gate to a life rich with both deep philosophy and simple joy.
An introduction to the intricate web where ranching is intertwined—with livestock, the underground herd, wildlife, ourselves, and the birds of the air above.
A path back to the humanness of being in community.
A dismantling of the lie that we’re supposed to do it all alone, and that we should just "put on a mask and be fine."
It’s time to come back to the ranch.
To see a calf take its first breath.
To ride across open grasslands at sunset.
To lose track of time in real conversations that stretch for hours—without once reaching for your phone.
To look someone in the eyes and ask, “How are you, really?” —and stay long enough to hear the answer.
Welcome to the land of connection through ranching.
Where food comes from the Earth.
Where meat comes from a cow that ate grass.
Where we put our phones down and watch the sun sink behind the hills.
Welcome back to the ranch, Connected Cowgirl or Cowboy.