KJ Aartila
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A Journey of Intention Discovered through Horses - Part 3
This is going to take a turn that I didn’t quite see coming. A confession – I really am struggling, mentally and physically. Is it hormones? A side affect of this Ataxia? Depression? Exhaustion? Burn out? Overwhelm? Humidity? Diet and exercise? I don’t know. Probably a combination – a cycle of negativity. When this humidity breaks, maybe that in itself, will be enough to increase my positive energy flow. Right now, this humidity feels like a wet blanket draped over my head – everything appears heavy and dark. It’s stifling.
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Petlife
A Cowboy's Choice
He went back to the holding pens to view the bull he had drawn for his next eight second ride. He had viewed videos, and talked to other riders about this particular bull, but he had never met him face-to-face. Guess he was a different cowboy that way – he liked to meet his opponent in the flesh before the showdown. He liked to get a feel for the bull’s energy – the look in his eye.
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Fiction
Friendship Revisited
Pauline had finally convinced her parents to let her take riding lessons after a couple of falls from Simon – once when he spooked uncharacteristically at a flush of birds while loping along the edge of the field, and another time when they decided to jump a fallen tree in their path while galloping along another trail through the sparse woods. Both times, she was bareback, but hopped right back onto Simon without a thought. It wasn’t his fault. She could tell he felt bad about her being on the ground.
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Fiction
Friendship Unwrapped
Pauline left the empty, old barn with a heavy heart. She had lost her best friend, and her passion. Well, she felt like that passion was actually stolen from her. She walked back to the two-story farmhouse where she lived. It had been completely remodeled before Pauline’s family moved in, sharply contrasting the old dairy barn. Pauline’s bedroom was on the second floor. She trudged up the wooden stairs. As she opened her bedroom door, she looked at the taunting wrapped box lying on her bed where she had left it before her trip to the barn. It was her Birthday gift from Marigold. Her parents had grabbed it for her to open at home when she and Emma were swept off to the hospital, before knowing that Marigold was the cause of their frightful experience. She didn’t really want to open it now, but she was curious. She picked it up: just large enough to fit in her hand, and not heavy.
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Fiction
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
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