Author Archives: John R. Killacky

A Pony Named Raindrop

My Irish Catholic father was a difficult man—hard working all his life and hard drinking for much of my youth. Gay boys and their daddies often have complicated relationships, and...

Horse Sense for Politicians

Four years ago I was invited to present the daily devotional which I called “Horse Sense for Politicians” drawn from experience working with my Shetland pony that I’ve trained to...

Resetting the Relationship

My Shetland pony has been pulling me in a cart for seven years. Neither of us are show quality, we enjoy working together in the indoor arena at the boarding...

Wintry Residue

The pony and I are having a hard time. She’s been pulling me in a cart for seven years now. Out of nowhere she’s gotten anxious and persnickety, not wanting...

A Heartfelt Roadmap to Connection

Choreographer and equestrian Paula Josa-Jones has written an intelligently observed, beautifully rendered collection of experiences and inspirations detailing her artist’s journey of learning to be more fully present in the...

Working with My Pony

I unhitch my Shetland and put her outside in a corral to cool down. As she grazes, I see in her the ancestral Mongolian ponies: compact muscularity, shaggy pelt, round...

Barn Lessons

We horse people are a curious lot. Joy is found in mundane chores. Every season brings its peculiar challenges of mucking out stalls, feeding, cleaning water buckets, polishing tack, grooming,...

Mud Season at the Barn

New life is revealing itself between melted snow and budding green. The sun is ever warmer. Snow tires changed. Passover and Easter celebrated. Spring should be here, right? Well, not...

Dwell Time

Leaving my overscheduled workday behind, I’m greeted by a whinny. If I linger too long outside, the pony neighs loudly. Nearing her stall, I try to let go of frustrations...

Post-Concussion Syndrome

“What happened?” I asked. They replied that I fell out of the cart my pony was pulling, and was knocked unconscious. Minutes later, I asked again, “What happened?” And this...