Lyric driven story songs sung in a haunting country tinged voice.

This song was a lifetime coming. We were fortunate to get to ride horses growing up. As each of us went off to college we sold our saddles. When my younger sister went to college I told her, "Don't sell your saddles. You will never get what they are worth and you will never be able

Lyric driven story songs sung in a haunting country tinged voice.

This song was a lifetime coming. We were fortunate to get to ride horses growing up. As each of us went off to college we sold our saddles. When my younger sister went to college I told her, "Don't sell your saddles. You will never get what they are worth and you will never be able to replace them". While my younger sister was in college we still had one horse left to sell so I rode the horse for my parents and used my sister's saddles. From that time on I have been their keeper. They sit on top of my Grandmother's old upright piano. One evening at a songwriting group another writer and I were discussing guitars and how they each seem to have their own songs in them. She said, "Yeah don't ever sell them". I responded, "Yep, never sell your guitar or your saddle". She said, "Oh you've gotta write that song!" I started singing in my car as I often do and had the first verse finished before I got home. It is not a coincidence that I had recently begun riding again after many years. Being around horses and reviving that old skill brought me back to a centered place that had been missing in my life. This song is about holding on to those things that bring us back to that place, our center, where we know who we are. It makes everything else make sense.