|
It's a simple story about using the unique power of equine therapy
to support others when life pitches unexpected curve balls over the plate. Peaceful Ponies was born from a deep and visceral love of horses, then gently meshed with the intangible rewards of caring for individuals facing personal difficulty. My journey began as a second grader, physically caring for my bedridden mother, who was fully quadriplegic by my middle school years. It was an honor to bear daily witness to her bravery and enduring courage, with her unflappable zest for life versus feeling victimized or defeated by it. As the years passed, her critical care gifted me with profound life lessons, and it became clear that the true hero's among us are those carrying the heaviest burden --- an illness or circumstance demanding a herculean example of strength and fortitude each and every day, that the rest of us can only imagine. Suffering isn't easy. After her death, I administered palliative care to several souls close to me, and each one exemplified their own version of grit and personal heroism. I am forever humbled by their embodiment of inspiration, dignity and grace as they courageously faced the unthinkable. Relocating to the glorious hills of Santa Fe opened up a bold new world of horseback riding and by the end of my first lesson, I was hooked on all things equestrian. Nothing fed my Spirit more than riding my trusted stead, Joseph, and breathing in the earthy aroma of his barn. He became my best friend and for years we explored miles of trails and rugged New Mexico terrain. He metaphorically lifted me five feet closer to God, connecting me to my own humanity; I found a level of peace that I had never experienced before, nor since. Such is the healing power of horses. Sweet Joseph now roams his forever pasture, but our partnership infused a love so strong and transformative, it triggered a mid-life course correction. A lengthy business career was handily replaced by a shovel and muck bucket, trading in a fancy briefcase for durable barn boots and a good fly swatter. I moved to Tulsa with my husband Carl, where we founded Peaceful Ponies amidst a spot of green. We love our busy barn, blaring country tunes and blowing hay under the constant and fearless chase of three hilarious barn cats. Two-stepping inside, you'll find Rosebud, Sally, and baby Kiwi, precocious girls, who galloped straight into our waiting hearts. When they hop up into the trailer, we head out to a very different sort of trail with a far different purpose. Please get in touch if you think our little ponies may comfort a heart you know in need. Yours in Service, Carol Hotubbee Head Wrangler and Chief Hoof-Picker |
May Peace Be Unto You
