Hello, dear Friends, 
 
Call me Ferdinand, El Toro, Taurus, or Wyoming: strong, proud names.
Please, I ask that you not call me Matador. Just don't. 
Think about it for a moment. Now you understand my simple request.

What is love? You might expect hearts and roses, but perhaps those are easy.
I've been far away from the easy life for quite some time now.
No, step outside of your own perspective and consider something new.

Love is cherishing each day you are damned lucky to live.
Fresh air blowing in from the mountains and sweet grass, those bring quiet moments to 
appreciate and savor, seek and remember, slow down and just experience.

Love is the work you can do, so do it with all your energy.
Be tenacious, and throw your whole body into this labor.
So you sit at a desk? Get up early and run, run, run in the dark morning. 

Love is the family you raise and the family you serve.
What do they need? How can you give so that they can grow?
Love is the work you teach them to do; it's sharing the fresh land while working together.

Love is this moment, right now. Bright days, rains that leave behind dark, rich soil: 
these are here under your feet. Look up to the sky; you'll never fnd this same clouds again.
Our days pass too quickly with work, family, and being, yet isn't this enough?

You might not travel far, but you have command over your corner of the earth right now.
Hold your head high as if you are wearing majestic horns (even if they're a bit small).
Yes, return to your long-cherished dreams of love, but remember my sensible, sensing advice.

Sincerely, 
Ferdinand, El Toro, Taurus, Wyoming
   just never Matador.