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
Please get in touch if you think our little ponies may comfort a
heart you know in need.
Yours in Service,
Head Wrangler and Chief Hoof-Picker
May Peace Be Unto You