KJ Aartila
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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
A Gluten-free Dietary Choice
This is a long story, yadda-yadda, probably more information than you wanted to know. I hope you find it encouraging and informative, whether it’s for yourself or someone you care about. I will write this from the perspective that I’m addressing a person who is interested in making their own diet gluten-free.
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Feast
Food for Chickens
Reducing our carbon footprint means reducing our waste. We, as a small family unit, do that by recycling, using refillable water bottles, and working to replace plastic kitchen containers with reusable glass. But what we also do, which seems to have the greatest impact for us, is care for a flock of poultry. My goal is to keep my family as healthy as possible. This means doing my best to take care of the Earth, too, so that it has the opportunity to help provide a healthier lifestyle for my family, as well as the rest of the world.
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Earth
Sink or Swim
I sit watching another ship pass by on the horizon, transporting it’s cargo to ports faraway. My spirit remains restless, my being transfixed by the constant sound of the waves slapping the shoreline. The water calls to me shows me the possibilities of freedom. Sink or swim? I don’t swim. Here I sit, stranded; lost in daydreams guided by ships.
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Humans
A Mother's Choice
The traumatic event itself happened in early childhood, the damaging impacts became apparent throughout the turbulent teenage years, young adulthood, into early adulthood, and chronically while trying to grow, develop and move forward though out middle-to-later adulthood.
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Poets
Stevie's Here
Stevie’s Home Stevie the Brittany’s Story of Claiming Our Family as His Stevie came to us as a Foster dog a year before he officially became a member of the family. We tried hard to find him his own family for a year or so before we stopped resisting his Brittany choice – the choice he had made despite our intentions – the day he moved in.
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Petlife