The big, old century cow barn (background), dating back to 1850 or so and the focal point of our 100-acre farm, was repurposed 20 years ago for equestrian use. The ceiling was raised and the barn widened to accommodate a horse breeding operation, and an addition was built, including 12 more stalls, common areas and an indoor arena.
We purchased the property 18 months ago for my emerging Facilitated Equine Experiential Learning (FEEL) practice, repurposing this beautiful farm as a place of sanctuary where people can escape their worldly cares and heal their broken hearts in the company of horses.
Usually I like to keep my photographic disasters to myself. However, since today’s challenge calls for us to lay bare our creative vulnerability, I decided to step out from behind the veil of perfection I tend to hide behind and own the errors of my ways.
On this occasion I thought I was being so clever. JJ was asleep on top of his little tree, his reflection in the sunny window. “Oooh! I really must capture that,” I thought to myself with glee. And I did … that and all the dirt and cobwebs on the window, too! That’s when I realized what a lousy housekeeper I am. (I’d far rather be creating.)