Pluck.  Spirit. Gumption.  The will to press on and shake your fist at the Universe and have the audacity – to laugh.  I’ve come to believe that laughter is the ultimate sedition.  Who are we to laugh in the understanding of the world’s capacity for cruelty, for suffering and for pain?

In the wake of the tragedy in the historic Charleston church yesterday, I’m struggling with the immense sadness that looms above America at this moment. Our own sadness started earlier this week at the ranch. We lost our darling goat Chocolate. For eleven years, she touched lives with her naughty antics ranging from jumping on the hoods of cars, to pulling the leg hairs of men brave enough to wear shorts around her. She ripped wiring off of trucks, ate the lunches of hundreds of children, she wrestled and burped and head butted her way into countless photos and into our hearts. She was so wonderfully, unapologetically alive for every visitor to Square Peg Ranch. It’s hard to embrace the knowledge she will never be here again to make us giggle.

You can’t compare the two losses of course. Nine human lives taken with rapacious violence as opposed to the somewhat peaceful passing of a pet who lived a joyous and long life. But loss is loss and helping our families work through death doesn’t always leave time or space for staff to process their own feelings.

It’s healthy to grieve. Death and suffering give us a perspective from which to think about what is important and what is superfluous. Facing the suffering of others and being helpless to change it is part of what makes us human. It opens our hearts and connects us to both the suffering and the joy of our humanity.

But it’s easy to get stuck in the rut of sadness. It’s tempting to perseverate on the immense capacity for cruelty we see through the news. It’s a slippery slope to delve into the meaninglessness of the loss of what was alive just moments ago – is lost forever.

I came across a meme the other day that said “Expectations are just disappointments in training.” I laughed. Because Pathos and Irony are the truest forms of humor. And in the next moment, I came across a badly produced music video of singing and dancing and I unexpectedly found myself in tears.

I’ve got a million things on my plate – scores of families reaching out and needing and deserving our help.  Bills that must be paid, meetings attended, chores completed. I can feel the weight of my to-do list pressing on my chest and shoulders, shaking me awake and demanding an earlier start, a longer work day, a more focused effort. And yet, I sat myself down to write and grieve and honor the part of me that needs a quiet moment to sort out not just the “how” of running a space of love and acceptance, but to remember the “why.” What I really wanted to do, was to figure out “why” the music video made me cry.

Then I remembered something I’d read years ago and I’ll share part of it with you now if I may. It’s a snippet from William Faulkner’s Nobel speech in 1949.

“ I decline to accept the end of man. It is easy enough to say that man is immortal because he will endure: that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking. I refuse to accept this. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet’s, the writer’s, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.”   

As we process the tragedy of the Charleston massacre yesterday, let us honor the dead by truly living. Let us show our humanity by writing the poems, singing the songs, dancing the dances and let us show our immortal spirit by being brave enough – to be silly enough to laugh.

This weekend  we found the horses strangely agitated and the kids with a wanderlust.  We were drawn to hiking to the campsite and playing with lizards, watching the dogs hunt for gophers and dancing around the poison oak.  I worried families weren’t getting their expectations met.

While I was worrying – there were songs, art projects, giggles and daydreaming.  A parent wrote me a beautiful and heartbreaking email and she used the term “an oasis” in referring to the ranch.

It got me thinking about what’s important.

This morning, i came across this article and thoughts started taking shape.

http://musingsofanaspie.com/2014/05/29/the-importance-of-play/

This sentence got me:

Autistic kids have the same rights to a childhood as other children. Therapies and supplemental educational activities should be done in addition to playtime, not in place of it.”

I’m glad I wasn’t born in this decade.  I was born in the (ahem!)  60’s.  A time when parents were seriously “hands off.”  Dad travelled for work and mom stayed home and making casseroles based on Campbell’s soup can recipes and there was a LOT of television.

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Free range kids – you will notice my brother has a black eye.

I was a wanderer.  My brother was a genius. He found motorcycles and re-built them. Then we rode them and wrecked them and fixed them again.  We lit stuff on fire.  We found out about fire ants, poison sumac, shut-in neighbors and how puppies and kittens were made all first-hand. We ducked under fences and brushed cows, made up songs and fixed the transistor radio that we’d broken with duct tape.  We had pen knives and pet turtles both of which we’d found in the bayou. We stole baby magpies out of nests and tried to teach them to talk (it didn’t work).We took the dog everywhere. We got lost, we waged dirt clod wars with real blood, we crossed double yellow lines on our bikes.

We asked shop owners for jobs and got them. Jobs like washing windows – which we did badly, painting fences, which we did an even worse job. We broke into abandoned storage sheds and found treasures, and spiders and rat skeletons.

We talked to strangers.

We built tree forts and underground forts and forts under the stairs in the house.  Building sites were open season – I’m sure kids today would make the 5 o’clock news if they got caught in a building site with pockets full of nails, door hinges, lumber scraps and bathroom tiles.   

I sold Campfire girl mints door-to-door and sat in front of the grocery store giving away unplanned kittens and puppies.

Our mom, by profession was a pediatric nurse.  She’d seen everything and instead of worrying about what the world might do to her kids, she reminded us that our scraped knees were “not that bad.”  She expected us to put on our own bandaids and to dig out a sliver from each other’s hands. And we did.

Occasionally, I was jealous of the girls going to dance recitals and gymnastic classes.  But while they were doing drills I was strapping smoke bombs to the bottom of my skateboard and gliding down hills pretending I was a jet.

Play. Yeah. That’s what was happening at the ranch this weekend. Unstructured, curiosity-based childhood. 

But I worry (that’s my job). Again, a quote from this article helped me realize that in following the children, creating a space for parents to breathe and children to giggle, we are doing something precious and vital.

“They’re being led by an adult in a structured activity that has the goal of producing desired outcomes for which the child will receive extrinsic rewards. That’s the opposite of play. In fact, that’s the dictionary definition of work.”

So today I’m taking the day off.  I’m going to daydream, pet the dog and be grateful for the chance to play.

Yesterday was the biggest media opportunity of my 25+ year career in the horse industry.  Two kind souls flew up from Los Angeles to film and to understand Square Peg Ranch through the lens of the America’s Best Racing doing a promotion with Autism Speaks.  Today is world Autism Awareness day and I woke early this morning thinking with pride wonder about the day.  There was also  the never ending self-flagellating thoughts of “things I should have said.”

So many things to process from yesterday.  Things like:

Parents told their stories while their kids illustrated them with laughter, wonder and simple joy. The camera caught the exhaustion of a family with a child having an autism “rough day.”

The crew treated everyone with kindness and patience – with humor and respect.  

The horses were beautiful and well behaved – except for some adorable silliness.

The staff, the volunteers, the families all laughed and played and revealed their most authentic and awesome selves.

The barn looked great – our hard work showed.

I couldn’t have asked for a better day.  

I know enough not to expect anything.  What the editors will do with the footage is filed under the giant category labeled “not mine.”

But I’d be lying if I didn’t fantasize about “what if?”

What if this footage inspires people in all sorts of ways?  Hopefully to donate, but maybe more importantly, to have discussions over dinner tables – to patch up family rifts – to show compassion to a neighbor you might more fully understand, or at least be curious about. Maybe someone smiles at that mom in the school parking lot.You know, the one with the bizarre kid that nobody plays with. I’d like to think those smiles might make a difference for her. 

When the interviewer asked me what I understood about autism, I mumbled something about “autism is a spectrum and everyone is different – blah blah blah.”  What I should have said is this:

“Autism is best described in the literal sense; autism literally means ‘locked within the self.’ Autistic people want what everyone wants. They want love and safety.  They, like you, need community and dignity. Talk to any autistic adult and they will tell you two things – that loneliness and anxiety are the biggest hurdles.” 

On Autism Awareness day, I should have been talking about dignity.  Because it’s as vital as the air we breathe and too many people are taking up that vital air debating vaccinations, different therapies, cures, bickering and snarking.  

Why aren’t we talking about Dignity? 

Kindness, awareness and even compassion all too often morph into something that smells an awful lot like pity. Pity makes anyone feel “less than”  and nobody wants your pity.  Treatments and therapies can only go so far if we don’t begin with an understanding of the simple need for human dignity.  Otherwise, it becomes just another exercise in making the person being treated feeling alone and more isolated. 

Being Autism Aware is a start.  I’m grateful for that start.  But today, I challenge you to step past “awareness” and even over the bridge of kindness and into the beauty of human dignity.

Awareness means acknowledging that mom in the school parking lot.  Kindness means asking if she wants to join your mom’s group for coffee some morning.  But dignity means making an effort to find out what her child loves and bringing his strengths and intelligence into his peer group.  Giving him an opportunity to share what he loves and giving it your genuine attention and curiosity is the truest gift.  Listening is an act of love – especially when you don’t have the time.  Developing an interest in what a person is passionate about is the key to unlocking autism – the missing puzzle piece if you will.

What I’ve learned in all these years -what I saw come to light in front of the camera yesterday is what my friend Rupert Isaacson told me years ago and I wasn’t brave enough to hear it – is that in giving that gift of dignity – all of your dreams – and I do mean all – will be realized. An added bonus; you will meet people that will rock your world.

This isn’t isolated to autism of course – it’s the same for anyone whose dignity is at risk because of depression, addiction, mental illness or other social stigma. Listen, lean in – give a sh*#.

I spend my days on the stunning California coast with beautiful horses, laughing children, sleeping dogs, goats that endlessly entertain. I’m surrounded by a loving family and friends. This is the life I’ve dreamed of since I could remember dreaming and it’s all possible because we spend our days in service delivering the simple and necessary gift of dignity. 

What I saw yesterday at the ranch and what I dare to dream the camera and editors will reveal on national TV is that it’s laughter and caring that connects us.  It’s in listening to and treating each other with dignity that makes our dreams come true.

Sermon over – I’m going to go and play with horses. 

(all photos are the fantastic work of Robyn Peters)

But what if that child can’t sleep, melts down in classrooms and grocery stores and is told time and again that he “can’t.”

We’re going to level with you – J’s interest in the horses had begun to wane.  He’s six and big for his age.  He’s going through a phase where his frustration tolerance is at an all time low and he’s been acting out violently despite the loving attention from his parents and aids. They’ve worked with the behaviorists, the specialists, the teachers – the whole banana.  He’s always loved the rhythm and hard pressure of cantering on the longe line on our ever ready pony Rickie but lately, he’s been grabbing the tack with all his might and throwing himself off the pony.  We knew we needed a plan to keep him safe and keep him engaged.  But what we really wanted to do was to draw out the unique joy and creativity of this beautiful child.  We wanted his wonderful parents to hear good news about what he could do, about how clever and creative he is.

But what to do?

We received a text from his mom in the morning that read: “ps. no sleep again. So doomed.”

We had 90 minutes to figure it out and in that time we also had chores, tasks and a ranch to run. What to do? This beautiful child was slipping. He was frustrated, angry and constantly in time-outs for aggressive behavior.  How could we flip it around?  How could we engineer an experience that didn’t set him up for another frustrating failure?

We thought about going back to back riding.  He’s bigger now, but we could keep him safer if he’s up with me.  But how do we make that new and exciting?  We’d been working on his love and engagement with the pony and that was still working.  But if we can’t keep him safe….

What about a trail ride?  No, he’s fascinated with hide-and-go-seek and there’s a lot of poison oak on the trail right now and that would be a nightmare for this sensory sensitive guy and his sleep deprived family.

We were stumped.  Our gaggle of teens were dreaming of the jumping session we’d promised them after J’s session and as much as we tried to get their ideas – they were thinking about which horses they might ride and if they should go and set up a jumping course.

That’s it!  J needed to feel empowered – listened to and in control. He needed to feel the joy of a moving, wonderful horse that would take him through transitions into a place of wonder and joy.  He needed to show us that he was creative and smart and fun.

“Girls, go set up some jumps – make them colorful and single fences.  Then go and tack up your jumping horses and then put on fun costumes like colorful polo wraps for the horses and tutu’s and super hero capes for yourselves.  Be tacked up and warmed up by the time J gets here and tack up Beetle for back-riding while you are at it and put on Beetle the craziest saddle pad you can find.”

You can imagine how easy it was to motivate a half dozen teen girls on this path.

When J arrived, we picked him up at the parking lot with Beetle and told him we had the very best surprise in the arena he could imagine and that Beetle and I would take him there.  The car ride had him dis-regulated and he wasn’t quite ready to swallow our plan.  He walked a few circles around the manure pile, took off his shirt and was going for his shoes when he heard the sounds of the girls in the arena laughing and giggling.  That’s what got his attention.  “Let’s go see the girls – you are going to LOVE this!”

He was in – but not completely.  We had some selling to do.  “J, the girls are all waiting for you.  You are going to be their teacher today. The’ve been waiting for you all afternoon.  They could hardly eat lunch they’ve been so excited.”  He spun around to look at me.  He wasn’t quite buying it and he had things he wanted to do.

“You get to pick which girl and then you tell them which jump to take.  And then you pick another girl and tell her which jump to jump. You are their teacher today. Pick a girl – they are all ready.”

“Pick me!  Pick me!” The girls all cried.

J was hooked.

In minutes he was snapping his fingers and telling the girls “listen up!  Rachel, you go to the blue jump.”

“Which one – there’s a dark blue and a light blue?”

“Dark blue AND THEN light blue!”  He was in ecstasy.

We spent the next hour marching around the ring on horseback, making up encouraging songs to bring the girls safely over the jumps (“go Kemma, go Kemma, go Kemma – good girl!!!) creating courses and describing them to the girls, giving them encouragement when things went wrong and more.  His mom stood at the fence and watched it all with a giant smile on her face.  At no point did she have to warn him, admonish him, correct him, direct him.  She got to bask in the sound of his laughter and watch him be playful, creative and kind.

That’s just how HorseBoy Method™ rolls.  Right?  Flipping around the old “top down” dynamic.  Fostering movement and curiosity and joy.  Here’s the kicker; everyone won – teens, parents, horses. The girls are still talking about it – still high on how much fun they had.  Their moms sent notes as well. 

It shouldn’t be special – it shouldn’t be news.  But we are going to keep on re-defining normal and laughing and playing our way to wholeness.

  

james-adorbsMay you fall madly in love this year.
In love with someone who unhinges your tired trajectory
In love with a spouse of several years who might be aching for lightning.
In love with demanding children and crazy relatives.
In love with the particular pedigree of genius insanity that has perhaps claimed you in spite of your reluctance.
And certainly in love with an animal, a cloud, a redwood, the wild.
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These at least once a day.
May you fall in love with this fragile jewel of a world,
With hard work, real learning, just causes, petitioning and prayers.
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May you fall in love with wonder itself, with the grand mystery, with all that feeds you in order that you may live.
And with the responsibility that it confers.
May you fall in love with heartbreak and seeing how it’s stitched into everything.
May you fall in love with the natural order of things and with tears, tenderness and humility.
May this be a magnificent year for you. May you fall deep, madly, hopelessly, inextinguishably in love.

Poetess: Rachelle Lamb

This is a wonderful gift.  Longtime volunteer and now all around ranch hand Hunter Flynn has an artist’s eye.  He’s been thinking for months about putting together a video of how he sees the ranch and how the horses and the families interact.

We are so touched by his beautiful gift.

Music by the innovative and all around awesome Wheeland Brothers.





 

 

The Revolution of Kindness Continues – be a part of the Revolution

The horse is the main tool we use to connect Square Peg students to a world they are often shut out from.  Autism literally means “Locked within the self.”  Horses, environment, movement and humor are the keys we use to help connect autism and other special needs families so they can share love and joy together.  It’s not unicorns and crystal balls – it’s neuroscience.

Please join us by sponsoring one of these glorious animals. Each Square Peg Horse has a story to tell and something special to offer our families.  Each one has a personality that draws out joy and connection and empowerment from the kids in our program. Everyone deserves a place where they feel Safe, Accepted and Competent.  Our horses do that every single day. Hunter Flynn tells the story in film.

A gift of horse sponsorship is a gift to Square Peg Ranch, to the families we serve, to a loved one AND it’s tax deductible.

Here’s a chance to meet them and to give a unique gift that can never be bought in stores.

Square Peg is a 501(c)3 your gift is tax deductible as allowable by law. EIN 20-1253820

Autism Awakeness aka: Finn

Autism Awakeness 17hh foaled 2007 Tb by Unbridled Native

Even though El Camino Real (Gr II) winner Autism Awareness and our Finn are not blood related, they are connected deeply.  If you don’t know the story of the racehorse Autism Awareness, grab a tissue and read it. Autism Awakeness was owned and donated by our friends the Taboada Family who race horses with names that spread autism understanding to the horse racing world.  According to Johnny Taboada, “Finn” is the fastest horse he ever owned.  But racing luck was not with him and his career was started and stopped with minor injuries and a trailer accident.  He’s been at Square Peg ranch for a few months and this gentle giant wants some quiet stall and pasture time before he begins training as a Square Peg school horse April of 2015.  As you can see from the picture, this giant horse is extremely kind and steady and we look forward to many years together.


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Extra Fifty aka “Curtis”

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Extra Fifty aka “Curtis” 2009 Tb by Afleet Alex

 

This exquisitely beautiful son of Kentucky Derby Winner Afleet Alex has already in his short10924193_10153545632324517_4090274811690478581_o life acquired quite the story – while resting at Harris Farms last year, Extra Fifty saved the life of a foal in need of a blood transfusion. Shortly after that, Extra Fifty lost his left eye in a pasture accident.  He came back to racing, despite an ankle injury and then developed a tendon tear in a front leg. When we picked him up at Golden Gate Fields, the entire barn crew saw him off with tears in their eyes. As you can see from the photos, he’s charming everyone with his beauty, his curiosity and his willingness to learn.  He’s still shy about his blind side, but the more comfortable he gets in his surroundings, the more we get to see of his wonderful personality.  He’s young, injured and only track trained.  It will be some time before he will be a riding horse in the program, but we have faith that once you meet this special horse, you will be in love like we are.

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Seven Bridges aka “Ace”

Ace&JoellAceThis Five year old Kentucky bred son of E Dubai won $47k in just seven races, Our friends at CARMA rested him from a tendon injury. He has some issues with his feet that our dedicated shoer, Jay Payne is attending to.  While we wait for his feet to grow out, Ace just keeps getting bigger and more beautiful.  Ace has the pedigree and the mind to achieve just about any athletic goals we set for him.  We hope that this next set of special shoes will allow Ace to begin his training in January 2015.  One visit with this tall dark stranger and you will see why he’s a part of our special tribe at Square Peg Ranch.

Seven Bridges by E Dubai

Seven Bridges by E Dubai


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Red Power aka “Sam”

They don’t get more beloved than Sam

Sam wows the crowd at Abilities Expo

Sam wows the crowd at Abilities Expo

16 year old Red Power is a cornerstone of our program

16 year old Red Power is a cornerstone of our program

At 16 years old, Sam is one of the horses who has been at Square Peg the longest.  He was a heck of a racehorse until the age of 7 when he broke his knee racing. He came to us in 2005.  At the time, we had a policy of naming horses after jazz musicians.  When Red Power arrived we worked for a week to find the right jazz name.  We tried Satchmo, Mingus, Hawkins.  Nothing fit.  Then we thought about it and realized that Red Power, this redhead with a zest for life, a huge appetite and a will to party was really a rock and roller.  He’s been Sam or Sammy, the Red Rocker ever since.  Sam is our rock – he’s made two appearances at the Abilities Expo in San Jose (kind of an amazing story in itself) he’s competed in endurance races, he’s one of the most solid minded steady horses we’ve ever had the pleasure to keep. His fantastic rhythmic gaits help us draw out communication from kids with verbal challenges.  He puts a song in everyone’s heart.  Who says ex racehorses can’t do everything?  Not us!  And not Sam.

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Panz&AmyPanzur

If you knew Panzur like we know Panzur, you would know that he’s one of the most aptly named horses we know.  This 20 year old Holsteiner gelding really is built like a German tank ;-)  Panzur came to live with us this past summer after spending the last couple of years lounging in the polo pasture at Portola Valley’s Webb Ranch.  Panzur had semi retired from his successful career in both jumpers and hunters all over the California circuit.  Panzur’s person, Stanford Women’s Polo Coach Laura Hansen had been telling us about Panzur for years and how snuggly he was and how much he loved people.  When the program clearly needed a big horse capable of carrying riders of all sizes, Laura brought Panzur into our program and into our hearts.

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Irresponsible King aka “Stan”

Oh Stan.  Once deemed “The terror of Bay Meadows” this unruly son of the great Kingmambo and whose second dam is the Eclipse Award winning Eliza (that’s really impressive to pedigree geeks) was a disaster at the track.  Plagued with injuries, illness and a bad attitude, Irresponsible King had few career options.  It’s been a rocky road nursing him through physical and mental issues but if you visited the barn now, you would meet our most advanced trick trained horse and one of our very best jumpers.  Love and patience have transformed this fella into a wildly friendly horse who loves to please. See him in action here. 

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Beetle

Beetle is an Argentine/Tb gelding and we call him our little Energizer Bunny. He’s our best back riding horse which means he’s one of the most important horses in the program for HorseBoy work. See him at brilliant work in this video Beetle was donated by Julia Belford when she decided to give up polo. He’s given beginners their first ride and is a sturdy back ride because of his adjustable canter and sweet personality. He’s also a favorite on the trail. Lovin’ us some Beetle!

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“Baby Owen” Square Peg’s youngest member of the tribe

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by Decarchy out of Wendy Darling aka  “Owen” came off the track with a broken knee and a curious brain. He was born in 2011 and has found a friend in Ace (we call them The Bros!) Owen enjoys running in the turnouts, snacking on hay, and practicing his tricks. Owen began his official training last week and we are absolutely blown away at how quickly he learns.

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IMG_6748Gigi

Is the one horse who has been at Square Peg from day one.  Gigi was deemed a “rogue” at the track.  Un-raced, injured and distrustful of humans, we began our journey together 12 years ago. Last year, Gigi was diagnosed with an arthritic condition and we thought she would be retired at 17 years old.  But with the combined efforts of our vet and our farrier and the team at Square Peg, Gigi is feeling better than she has in years and we are so grateful to have this brilliant mare back in the school.  She’s our lovely princess. GigiPasture

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Sponsors will receive a framed photo of their animal with their story.  Annual sponsors will also have a stall plaque with their name installed on the horses’ stall door.

This year, it became clear to us that true success isn’t measured in numbers, but by the sound of a child laughing or reading aloud, or by the smiles on their faces after a ride around the place where Everyone Fits.

We are so grateful for our current 2015 horse sponsors – you are our angels!

The Peters Family is sponsoring Eve

The Peters Family is sponsoring Eve

The Bielagus Family is once again sponsoring Bert!

congratulations Carolyn Bielagus!

 

We are so grateful for the continuing support of Geri Forrester and her sponsorship of Cee’s For Clever (Cecil) Momotombo (Henry) Snickerdoodle (Django) and Forbidden Stitch!  You are an angel Geri!

We Aren’t Asking You For Money

james-adorbsThis is the season of gratitude and we want to thank you for your support and to show you just how much it means. We want you to be proud to be part of the little ranch that turns “I wish” into “I can.” 

“I am the father of a six year old autistic boy. His mother and I make every effort to help him have the most rich life possible. Like any child, a parent wants to provide opportunity in sports and social activity. However due to some of the challenges with working with autistics far too many avenues available to neuro-typical children are completely closed to him.

My son loves physical activity. He gets immense joy from water activities and moving his body…Beauty is too simple a word to explain what it is like as a parent to see your child being given the opportunity to participate in a world that he is often shut off from.

The environment Square Pegs creates is safe, fun, and loving. It is awe inspiring in every sense. This organization is full of compassion and understanding and giving. I have rarely encountered such acceptance of the range of human condition as this group shows.”

     Our weekly lesson program, which serves more than 30 students per week, inspired student breakthroughs in speech ability, social acuity and cognitive behaviors. One of our daily goals is to do everything we can to have special needs parents hear the sounds of their children’s laughter and to know that they are supported and included and accepted.  It’s the single most important thing we do.

This year, our beautiful and serene camping facility saw an increase in summer campout participants by five times over last year’s number. Families left camp with a reduction in the isolation often felt by parents of children with special needs, because their family found an environment where   Everyone Fits! 

Our Surf Days are in their third beautiful year. This year, we had some very special guests – Humpback Whales!

“ Having a “safety net”, a place where ’A’ can go and be himself, has been critical in his development. I honestly don’t know that he could be the incredible boy that he is without the help of Square Pegs…Speaking as a mom of a kid on the spectrum–I can only say that this is a very very tough job. It’s also very lonely. There is no other place for the families. We don’t need support groups to hear others problems. We just need an hour or two, [a few days] in a beautiful place to take a deep breath, relax and recharge. Without this–I am not sure I would ever have the energy to go on. I owe much to Square Peg and thank you from the bottom of my heart.”

      In 2014 so far we have taken in ten thoroughbreds from the race track and adopted  six to forever homes. We helped these athletes become happy and healthy, and transitioned them from racehorse to performance horse or companion.  We love getting stories of our horses playing polo in Hawaii and one will head to upstate New York to enjoy forest trail rides, local polo and even some jumping.

Extra Fifty by Afleet Alex

Seven Bridges by E Dubai

   A major accomplishment is being accredited by the TAA–Thoroughbred Aftercare Alliance. We succeeded in the evaluation for approval, passing a rigorous property inspection for safety and care, and meticulous examination of the organization’s procedures and financials with flying colors. After hundreds of hours of hard work on the behalf of staff and volunteers, we are officially recognized for our excellence in providing appropriate rehabilitation, thorough training, and thoughtful rehoming of former race horses. We are one of only 40 facilities in the United States to hold this honor.

World Champion  SF Giants Third Base Coach (now retired) Tim Flannery played a sold out benefit for Square Peg in November at the beautiful Mezza Luna Restaurant.  Tim’s #LoveHarder Project is the real deal and his music and his band were jaw-dropping!  If you get a chance to see Tim Flannery and his band the Lunatic Fringe – you will not be disappointed!

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As the much needed rain pelts the ranch, we are taking a little breather, a much needed rest for staff and horses and making the time to thank you, the folks who support the ranch.  We are so thankful for your contributions.