The Shift

Everyone I know is in some sort of flux. Transition appears to be the new normal. I’m settling into my temporary digs, grateful for the opportunity to spend the winter able to focus on program development, and not on personal survival. A storm blew in this evening, witnessed by me from a rocking chair on the deck. Wind chimes and rain on the tin roof offered soundtrack for my thoughts to churn by. Grateful for the moment’s rest, preparing, in some way, for a yet undetermined date for the next move. Reflecting on the truth that 2 weeks ago I could not have imagined sitting here, rocking while the wind carries the summer into the fall…

Likewise, two weeks ago I could not have imagined the growth of this beloved organization, H.O.R.S.E.S. on the Ranch. A wild series of little moments later, we have a beautiful video, an active fundraising campaign, an upcoming tv interview, a second location, and enough community support to buy feed and start a series of sessions for special needs kids. We have significant interest from Veterans organizations, counseling centers, health care providers and multiple individuals in creating plans and programs to meet unique needs.

We are grateful for the response, grateful for the interest, and overwhelmingly grateful for the support of our communities. We have received nearly $2500 (& a two-horse trailer!) in the first week. Help us continue the journey, help us build momentum.

Donate here: https://fundly.com/h-o-r-s-e-s-on-the-ranch

Believe in the possibilities!

We do ❤

and so it begins….

a word from the Director

(fair warning – this one is personal)

It’s 11pm, the night before our first session. I feel all kinds of emotions, and the wheels are certainly spinning in my mind. Some of the young women we will hold space for tomorrow were students when I worked in the schools. Some remember. Some may not. Some probably know my own kids. Some certainly know others, in this small, rural community, who are struggling. Some most likely know a few who lost the fight. Maybe some of them know those who have met the challenge and overcome the demon that is addiction. I hope they do. It helps to know that others have walked the path before, and made it out. And others have. There is a way. Perhaps many ways…

My heart is full tonight, too, for a dear friend whose adult child is right now in a coma from an overdose. She’s waiting, waiting, while they slowly warm his body and take away medication that has been keeping his heart working, waiting to see if his body will regain the ability to regulate itself and live. Waiting… For a decade, this parent has feared “the call”. Two days ago, it came. As long as I have known her, she has met that fear with an absolute fierceness and determination to create change in this world. Her mission (my words) as I watch her work, is to LOVE SO BIG, and so unquestioningly, that she wipes out the trauma and isolation that is leaving such emptiness in its wake. I hurt for her.

And I think of the other mamas I know who have faced this same fear. Who have fought with as much love and light and hope as they could summon. I know too many who fought with everything they had, and yet the call came… And I wonder how much love it will take to finally tip the scales, and beat back these demons that are stealing our kids…

But this week I also caught wind of a celebration of sorts. Or at least I was celebrating when I saw the pictures and read the posts. (Sometimes, it seems, that social media shares the good stuff too.) I saw photographs of a couple of young men from this little town, all grown up, and fishing. Just fishing. But also so much more… Young men who were once among those for whom we feared that call would come. But it didn’t. “Men being men” the post read, “like family”. Love. I’m holding onto this…

Love each other. Love fiercely. Love fearlessly. Like my friend the mama is loving right now, like her community is loving right along side of her. Like communities have also loved along side the mamas (and daddies) who have faced the unimaginable.

Tomorrow it begins…. And I know Love will be there.