Buried beneath life's burdens, Spirit Ranch JSP was born. It rose from the ashes of Mom, Dad, Grandma, Grandpa, and the many beloved farm animals that nurtured souls past and present. We nurtured each other, and through life's weeded garden, we found peace, solace, comfort. When my fitful mind belabors trials, God reminds me to step outside; head to the barn. For in the barn, I rescue a young bunny from prideful barn cats. As I muck runs, my own layers of stress fade. Horses that used to play "hard to get" walk toward me and lower their heads as I halter and return them to the barn for feeding time. Purpose returns. The barn redirects minds, all of our minds--from kitties, to dogs, to horses, to spirits that take us out of our heads and into life.