A Saint Patrick's Day Gift
An Elderly Woman's Journey with Horses...and LIFE!
I met Carol many years ago! We were both volunteering at the Therapeutic Riding Equestrian Center (TREC, now known as Hope on Horseback) in northwestern, PA. There are many things I love about my friend, Carol, but I have to say that her prolifically clear and poignant way with words delights me to no end! She recently sent me the following text. She wrote me, out of the blue today, on St. Paddy's Day, 2026. Although good friends, we have tread separate paths for about 10 years or so. She just thought of me after all those years, and decided to re-connect, by text. I'm so glad she did! That's right, she sent me this glorious message via text messages, all in the span of one hour! WoW! That lady can write!
I wanted to share it here, because the incredible value of people like Carol - by her own observation and awareness - don't often get noticed for their stellar worth. I challenge YOU to read her words - all of them - below and I dare you to pan for the 24-carot nuggets tucked into every sentence, like the proverbial pot-o-gold at the end of the rainbow! When you do, please leave a comment and I will make sure Carol sees it.
A Saint Patrick's Day Pot-O-Gold Gift To You
Carol says...
I still give you A LOT of credit for my still being able to walk today. I was so scared getting on that horse. If you had not taken the time to come help me, I might still be stuck on that horse unable to move, to ride, or to get off.
I will be 82 years in April and am starting a little vegetable 12 inch raised garden bed plus some growing bags this summer, my new project. I still live in the house independently, no car, ordering everything on line to be delivered.
I have a therapy dog, border collie/ Australian shep mix, for companionship, protection, and emotional support that I trained as a pup.
Recently I had a fracture that threatened my mobility so I still do daily PT, but life is good. I never stopped walking. Thank you so much for much needed support at a tough time in my life. Peace. πππΎπ£ Carol Feeney and Shiloh
Carol says some more...
Oh, my grandson is still walking with his spina bifida, definitely with the early help of equine therapy. He is 16 yrs., with his learner's permit to drive.
I am so glad to see the farm and your work is still in operation. I am sorry that my support to you has been so limited except for a thank you.
Just know that you and your work has changed so many lives for the better. I know God is with you in all that you do.πππΎπ£
Yes, you may [use my words to share online]. I was just praying and thought about you. I hope all is well. If I had a car, I would have kept coming to the [Too Far Out] farm, a very special place. Being there is a very special memory in my memory bank.
The wind storm, 60 degree temps, then 24 hrs. later lake effect snow, has me doing PT this morning, now resting, sorting out thoughts until I bake this afternoon. The wind blew my garden bed frames off their location. I started the project early as I move A LOT slower. I guess, I was thinking of how my mobility abilities have gotten this far, the determination to not give up, and start again when weather permits.
Much of what I do seems totally insane to other people my age. I have painted rooms inside the house and 1/2 the outside of the house painting only about 45 mins. on good weather days.
My son said he and his friend could do it in a day, but I consider it all part of my hard core PT, just like the equine therapy was, although people didn't understand that either.
I am totally convinced that equine and dog therapy works. I think garden therapy will work, too.
Some people will never understand our commitment, but if God inspires us, we do it.ππΎπ£
I am still knitting dolls for the Shriner kids and prayer shawls. I will send you a few of my drawings, but right now, I am just coloring mandalas in adult mandala coloring books to relax. An exercise in focus, concentration, muscle discipline, and color.
My PTS got so bad that I only trusted animals and definitely not the medical profession and insurance. My life could have gone in a whole other direction.
Now, I have a very active life in so many ways even though quite physically limited. People most often only see what I can't do, not what I can.
Horses have an intelligence that understands all that in a way that no human does nor wants to. So does my dog. Thus, I am quite the advocate for animal therapy.
I learned A LOT from those horses that empowered me emotionally and physically. So, to encourage you, I am sharing.
It can get discouraging that most people do not understand this or I just don't know the right people.π
I can't reach this painting and get closer, so you will have to zoom in. [In reference to the photo of artwork on the shelf] My daughter bought me a book on the mandala form that exists in nature and all cultures use it in their art. There are rose windows in Churches that are a mandala in form. I attended a seminar at the Erie Art Museum done by an Eastern monk who did sand mandalas.
I love color and design, so it just clicked with me. I started painting them, entered 3 in the Art Museum art show which didn't get in as expected, but I had to try.
This painting symbolizes me and Kian when I was daily caring for him. He is the smaller mandala, me the larger one taking care of him. The yellow in the upper corner is the sun representing God watching over us, the blue is the sky, of course, and the lower area green grass and brown earth. Simple design really, but fun to do.
I did this drawing when I was studying English literature at Gannon in graduate school. For some reason a lit. assignment had me doing this and another sketch?! (instead of writing, lol)
I haven't done a lot of art, but it is an expression that I use sometimes. I have very little intellectual knowledge of art, just what I do and is part of me.
I wanted to do religious art to express my spirituality. When OVR sent me to Mercyhurst to study art, religious art was not part of their art program. I had to quit studying to employ myself and earn a living in child care. I had to quit studying literature because of lack of money, too. I have a very eclectic past life.
Debbie says...
All I can say is thank you, Carol! You have no idea how timely your encouragement is to me today. Or maybe you do! You did say you thought of me while you were praying. (Who put the thoughts there, anyways? Probably the One you were seeking in that moment...) God knows and He orders our steps... or directs our fingers on a smartphone keyboard, as the case may be.
If anyone reading this blog post would like to hear more from Carol at this inter-web-space, please leave her some encouragement in the comments and we will see what Our Heavenly Father does with your words of encouragement!















