Thoroughbred Rescue

THR Thoroughbreds: A Place for Second Chances

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I will never forget when I learned that my sister in law, Beth, started volunteering at a Thoroughbred Rescue. I was in complete awe that there was such a thing within driving distance of her house, and that she was working with these beautiful creatures, Thoroughbreds, on a regular basis. She would send me photos and I loved keeping up with her Instagram stories--walking out to the pasture, grooming, helping feed. She was completely living my dream! 

When she would talk to me about Kathryn, the owner, I was even more so in awe. Everything she had to say about her was inspiring, and I knew that one day, I desperately wanted to come to the Farm and meet this woman. 

Most of you know my story: that I put a hand-written letter in a stranger's mailbox, and that it (and they) later gave me the green light to add a horse to their property [where their older Arabian mare was residing alone]. My hope was to own a gentle giant, preferably a Thoroughbred, who I could love on and live out my childhood dream with. 

Beth kept telling me about this one horse that she just loved: Paddy. She told me he was so sweet and so loving, and that she had even told Kathryn that I was in the process of looking and Kathryn's response was, "Oh Paddy would be perfect!" I decided to head to Nashville for Beth's birthday get together in February, and I had previously had my heart pretty let down by a horse I thought I belonged with. I came with a guarded heart and unsure mind, and you may laugh, but I was dead set on the fact that my dream horse would be a big Bay. Enter Mr. Paddy. Very much a red headed chestnut, and he quickly tore down the walls of my on-edge spirit. I spent some of the afternoon getting to know him [some of which included cuddling his giant face as he was resting in his stall] and then, I met Kathryn. 

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Right away I knew she was something special. She let me ride with her, and gave me tips on how to better ride Paddy. She quickly became someone that I knew I would learn a lot from, and I am very honored that even after Paddy has been away from her farm, she still offers advice and input when I have asked. It was and is very evident that Kathryn's heart is completely invested in ALL of these horses, and ultimately, their best interest is what she and the volunteers have in mind! 

When asked what her mission was, Kathryn said this: "...the lightbulb went off... I can save these horses, help find them loving homes, and fill the void in my heart all the while. So, The Horse Rescue was founded. It is my mission to save Thoroughbreds from slaughter, rehab them from any injuries racing may have brought, and retrain them for second careers." The Organization has GREAT and selfless volunteers, and some of these girls have even become friends through my process of inheriting Paddy. After a riding fall I had recently, they reached out in messages, offering kind words of encouragement and they gave me hope that Mr. Paddy and I would and WILL be okay--and WE ARE :) [Thank you, ladies!!! You know who you are!] 

The Rescue recently went through a name change, which makes total and perfect sense. Originally the name was "The Horse Rescue,"  but per their blog, Kathryn says, "We re very excited to announce a new division of The Horse Rescue... THR Elite Horses. While some of our horses are true rescues, others are not. The majority of our horses that come into our care are actually owner surrenders with little to no past lameness issues. We decided there needed to be a way to distinguish the "Elite Horses" from the horses who are in rehab, will be pasture or walk horses, or are retired." You can head to their blog to read more about this process, and there are even a few Elite horses up for adoption NOW! 

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The work and love that Kathryn puts into these beautiful beings never ceases to amaze me. The horses have access to therapy systems such as a vibrating floor, magnetic therapy, ultrasound therapy, whirlpool therapy, etc. There is an indoor sand arena, outdoor irrigated grass riding field, an all-weather outdoor arena, 4-plank fenced paddocks for single or multiple horse turnout, and oh my gosh Y'all, the STALLS....OH, the stalls! I joke that Paddy came from the Ritz-Carlton when it came to his amazing stall! There are 7 grooming stalls, a heated wash rack, tackroom, feed room, and MILES of trails around the property. 

Here are some before and after's of horses rescued. The progress is amazing and I'm thankful to my sis in law Beth for sharing these images! 

I could go on for a VERY long time about this organization, but I hope you'll check them out for yourself. Even if you're not in the market to adopt your own horse, you can easily donate something to the Farm. Their expenses are broken down here, and it is largely because of donors that they are able to run and operate! 

"All donations are appreciated, no matter the size. Wondering what your donation can provide a horse? $10.00 provides 2 week of hay, $25.00 provides 1 month of grain, $50.00 provides 1 month of grain and hay, and $100.00 provides hay, grain, straw bedding and necessary supplies."  

Without THR Thoroughbreds and Kathryn Currey, I would not have my very own horse--a Thoroughbred at that! Paddy is a 5-year old 16.3 hand Thoroughbred, and I KNOW that together, he and I are going to do great things. I am excited to see where our adventures take us, and I am forever indebted to Kathryn for helping my dream become a reality. 

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So You Turned Thirty, What's the Big Deal?

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Is turning thirty a big deal? Well, I don't know. A week or so before my thirtieth birthday I texted my mom VERY late at night. 

"Mom?" I said. "I think I'm freaking out about turning thirty."  

"Why?" she said. "It's just a number." 

There was more to it than that--she told me she loved thirty because that's the year she had ME (well ahem, of COURSE! haha!!) But I don't know, guys? Turning thirty just feels weird! 

Leading up to my thirtieth birthday I posted a photo on Instagram that asked my friends who were in their 30's (or older) to comment what their favorite part of this decade has been and I wanted to share some of the responses: 

  • I believe you will really begin to hone your craft. It’s the time to DO. 30’s are great.
  • *You will love this decade! You will finally give yourself permission to love yourself as you are. You stop trying so hard and feeling so anxious about everything not being good enough... and then suddenly it IS good enough!
  • *I love my confidence in my 30’s and also, the no BS. No time for that :)

I LOVED reading these and I believe every one of them to be true and things that I am looking forward to about this decade. Birthdays are a time of a lot of reflection for me (are they for you too?) so lately I've had a lot on my mind.

For instance, when I was recently in one of my riding lessons I had the strangest feeling. I had this memory of being TINY, [age, not size since not much as changed there height wise.....] leading this big giant lesson horse to the arena and over to the mounting block. I remember the very first lessons, the first jumps I took, the way that it felt to canter around a ring. And in many regards, nothing has changed, except for a number. But what feels so surreal is that those memories were decades and decades ago. Somehow, that ten-year-old girl is now thirty, and life just keeps flying by.

Do you know what I LOVE about turning thirty though? If you keep up with on Instagram or social media, you've totally seen that God granted me my biggest wish, my largest and most daring dream--my very own horse. He said, "Ashley, you doubted, and you doubted BIG. But I am going to give you a horse anyway. You are going to love him, learn from him, and get to ride him. His name is Paddy." A week before my birthday, Kathryn from the Horse Rescue in Nashville called me with the most exciting news: the horse I had met a couple weeks prior was still up for adoption, and she was offering him to ME.  

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So while I feel kind of weird about the fact I'm wearing more wrinkles these days than ever, I'm also super excited to see what else my Creator has in store for me in this coming decade. My twentieth year brought me my husband, it was literally when I said, "I do." And my thirtieth brought me a horse. Asa (my husband) and I were talking recently and he said, "You have to promise to love me more than you love Paddy." While he was joking, I know there was a little bit of seriousness in what he said. I wasn't the girl who prayed for a husband or kids; I didn't actually really plan or dream about any of that. But my entire childhood consisted of me scheming for a horse--I was the weirdo who led a giant tricycle around the backyard with a dog leash tied to it, pretending it was a horse. I wanted my mom to see it and for that to be proof that I could duh, ACTUALLY take care of a 2000 pound animal. Are you shocked that DIDN'T work?? Yeah, me too. 

You know that I am so thankful Jesus gave me my husband. He is literally the glue that keeps my heart and soul together. And the fact that He also gave me two beautiful and healthy children? Pierson and Reese are my greatest and sweetest life accomplishments. But now I am also looking forward to *hopefully* growing old with Paddy; learning how he ticks, what he needs, and the two of us figuring each other out. I can't believe that I finally have my OWN horse that I can drive or walk to, to throw my arms around on a good or bad day, to kiss his nose and lay across his back. I'm looking forward to throwing a blanket in the pasture and reading a book beside him while he grazes. I can't wait to walk him and feed him and confide in him. And I ultimately cannot wait to bring along my family WITH me on this journey. When I look at Pierson and Reese, four and five years old, sometimes I want to laugh with delight that they are getting a horse in their lives at SUCH a young age! WHAT would childhood Ashley have done if that was me?! Oh my goodness, Y'all. Life is funny. Fleeting, beautiful, and funny. 

I don't think thirty has to be scary, and I don't think that is the word I would use to describe how I was feeling leading up to this year. It just feels surreal that the twenties are OVER--poof! They've disappeared, vanished, are gone.

Going back to what friends commented on the photo I posted, I pray that this IS the decade that I will hone in on my nitch, my craft, my passions. Also that my confidence will increase and that I will really and truly leave all the BS for what it is: BS. I hope that this is the year (decade) of lessened anxiety; of loving and accepting myself for WHO I am, and what I am. For crying out loud, I want to say to myself--ALL of your dreams have come true, what now?? 

{Full disclosure: I am a constant dreamer so I believe there will always be dreams on top of dreams on top of dreams...for instance, how I am praying that we can buy land and build a house there someday sooner than later, so that I can have my horse (and more!) ON our property!! However, I won't get too carried away and I'll admit that my biggest current dream has been checked off the list.} 

Here's my final thoughts leaving the twenties: "Something doesn’t have to be bad to be over. But maybe that season has given you everything it has to offer; it shaped and developed you, it stretched and inspired you. You’ve deeply incorporated its lasting values, and this place has been true to you and of you. Even then, you STILL have full permission to move forward or move on to something new, different, surprising, or risky." (Jen Hatmaker

Cheers to thirty, Y'all! If you have any fun thirty stories, feel free to share them in the comments below!