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A rescue horse’s journal from the day neglect ended and healing began. This fictional journal story from Reigning Hope Ranch in Orrington, Maine follows the fear, mistrust, and slow return of trust that many neglected or mistreated horses experience on the way to becoming willing equine therapy or equine wellness partners.

Join our free weekly Coffee & Connect for veterans, active military, and first responders at Reigning Hope Ranch in Orrington, Maine. No RSVP, no pressure—just coffee, hot breakfast, and real conversation in a private, relaxed setting. Meet every Friday at 9 AM in the yurt. Stay a few minutes or the full two hours. Service dogs welcome (leashed). Check our website for monthly campfire cookouts and event updates.

Veterans Basecamp is more than a building—it’s a safe place for veterans to seek an alternative to traditional therapy- with trained equines. Located minutes from Reigning Hope Ranch in Orrington, Maine (the only documented equine therapy facility in Penobscot County or within a 1.5 hours drive- it will offer connection, calm, and access to support for Veterans facing isolation and long wait times. We’re building something simple, but powerful—and inviting the community to he

Tripp came to Reigning Hope Ranch in Orrington, Maine after being rescued from neglect, and in a short time, he’s become one of its most impactful therapy horses. With a quiet strength and a special way with children, he helps people learn trust, boundaries, and what it means to be truly present.

It's not what you'd expect and has nothing to do with sadness

This thought, old saying, quote, or whatever it may be is a sentence that almost everyone has heard at least once in their lives. Maybe it's the season you're in. Maybe you're going through hell and your life is in status red, and you just need to get out or need an intervention. If this is where you are, please reach out to a trusted friend, family member, or a professional to help intervene the chaos and guide you to a place of safety and rest. Let's go back to that old

I remember going to riding lessons as a kid. I would look at the schedule to see who I was riding that day and then eagerly get ready for a predictable lesson. Walk to warm up, trotting circles, taking turns at a canter, and then mastering the timing of smooth sailing over jumps. I went to lessons every week. I had goals. I wanted to practice. I was determined. I had an agenda. I, I, I, I, I…. The ways of being present with my horse have changed. I’m older and the big

I began riding horses as a child. I would jump on every opportunity to be around horses that I could, even if it meant cleaning stalls for hours. I took lessons when I was in junior high and high school. Being around horses was and still is one of my favorite places to be. As a kid growing up, I just felt different when I was riding or doing chores. I felt better. The smells of the barn, the sound of them chomping hay and swishing their tales, or whinnying in the pastur

October 6, 2020. I don't remember the weather on that day. I don't remember what I was wearing or many other things that happened that day. What I remember is having counseling on a zoom meeting. I remember that God had never spoken to me so clearly in my entire life, and I had a clear vision of the new path that He would lead me on after being broken for so long. This is what I had been waiting for. This was the good that would come from the evil, the rainbow after the