KJ Aartila
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I Think I Need a New Helmet
The horse under me leaped into the air, then took off in a galloping blind fear toward the wooden rail fence on the opposite side of the arena. I clung on, grasping the reins, trying to turn the gelding and stop the impending wreck, but he was turned only by the unmoving fence. I flew over his shoulder as he dug into the dirt with his heels and slid forward. I hit the rails with my head and crashed to the sand, seeing only thrashing hooves above me, which I twisted my body desperately to avoid, trying to crawl quickly out of the way. At least he tried to avoid me in his scrambling as he got himself turned around, so he could keep bucking riderless to the other nd of the arena where he finally stopped.
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Petlife
Unveiled
In a whole life steeped in awkward social moments, how am I to pick just one? From elementary school to high school to college and beyond, being socially graceful has never been my strong suit. Maybe I can settle on a moment that transpired as “social shock.” There are many. So, so many. But the one that shook my world?
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Families
A Journey of Intention Discovered through Horses
LaLa Madame Blu “Blu” is my mirror. She is the equine version of me, so I intend to rise to her level. In order to do that, I will continue to hold the mirror up to myself – look deeply at my reflection, and meet the challenges presented.
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Petlife
Marvelous Mister Mark
In the morning, I awake to my busy life. First, I feed the dog and prepare breakfast for the ancient cat which has no teeth, then I make breakfast for the humans, wash dishes and follow up on emails and messages from friends and clients. When I feel my morning duties are complete, I can head outside to spend my time with my horses.
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Petlife
Go With the Flow
Just because you appear unscathed, does that mean you were untouched? Maybe not physically, but the internal scars run deep. Like a river, they cut a path chosen only for ease of travel. No resistance; shaping stones. The flow is natural. Self-serving.
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Poets
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