Danada Equestrian Center
Jun. 28th, 2009 06:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windinthemaplesThrough a twist of fate, a fussy baby, and a wrong-turn, we ended up yesterday at the Danada Equestrian Center out in DuPage county. Can you say "Horsie Heaven"? :)
The barns are open to visitors, so we were able to visit and kiss velvety horse noses. So, so happy. :) I'd forgotten just how much I've been missing, being away from horses for so many years now. There was homesickness and reunion-joy and total contentment. I hadn't appreciated just how much time was involved until I sat to figure it out this morning. The last time that I was on a horse, to my memory, was ten years ago! The last time I barn sat, feeding and grooming and turning out, probably seven or eight. I had no idea it had been that long. I still have my boots and my helmet stored away. I turned up a big stack of film photographs that I'd taken at the last farm I worked for, all morning light and contented grain crunching and pasture rolling photographs of the horses in their leisure time. These past few weekends with the horse farms sneaking up on us has me feeling stalked by the Universe a little bit. It doesn't make sense that one trauma should have leeched all the rest of those joys from my life. Why did I ever let it? After so many years, the punishment, so to speak, doesn't seem to match the crime.
Something to consider.
The barns are open to visitors, so we were able to visit and kiss velvety horse noses. So, so happy. :) I'd forgotten just how much I've been missing, being away from horses for so many years now. There was homesickness and reunion-joy and total contentment. I hadn't appreciated just how much time was involved until I sat to figure it out this morning. The last time that I was on a horse, to my memory, was ten years ago! The last time I barn sat, feeding and grooming and turning out, probably seven or eight. I had no idea it had been that long. I still have my boots and my helmet stored away. I turned up a big stack of film photographs that I'd taken at the last farm I worked for, all morning light and contented grain crunching and pasture rolling photographs of the horses in their leisure time. These past few weekends with the horse farms sneaking up on us has me feeling stalked by the Universe a little bit. It doesn't make sense that one trauma should have leeched all the rest of those joys from my life. Why did I ever let it? After so many years, the punishment, so to speak, doesn't seem to match the crime.
Something to consider.
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Date: 2009-06-28 12:39 pm (UTC)