Blossoming
- crissimcdonald
- Apr 8, 2023
- 1 min read
We get into things.
We get out of things.
We see sunrises, and long stretches of open road.
We eat and sleep
In sunshine and under gray skies.
But what is this life our bodies move through, this deception of the flesh
This incomplete picture of who we really are.
How free can we be when we drop
The mistaken belief that going places
Doing things
And the long empty stretches of life
Is life itself.
Is the bird free because they fly
Or the horse because they gallop?
Or is freedom a choice, a way of being in our minds and hearts
That blossoms into each moment.
c. Crissi McDonald
Thank you! I found this with my little mare. As I can´t ride anymore and she isn´t a horse happy to just stand around, she is ridden by others. Now I hear she is good in avoiding to work. When I say, no, she isn´t, probably they just didn´t give the right cues, all I get is blank stare, Seems that the idea, that a horse is always following the cues of the rider is not widley known....
Ursula,
So very beautifully said!! 💜
So true!
I am reading Untethered Soul by Michael Singer for the second time. ( I considered it to be “ my bible” ten years ago after making a major life change). your beautiful poem is like having dessert after I just finished the last chapter! Crissi you are so beautiful from the inside out. 🙏💖
I love this! I would also love to know more about Top. We have a 16 year old QH, whose previous job was a ranch horse, dragging calves, etc. We tease that his first answer is always a definitive "NO". He's coming closer to yes being his answer of choice for most things, but it's taken a long dang time.
Such beautiful and thoughtful words. I shared with friends and they were equally taken with your poetry.
Love Love Love this..... Thank you!
So beautiful, so true . A perfect poem and a,great way of thinking about things. Thank you so much for sharing Crissi.
Sweet and poignant. Thank you, Crissi.
Well said! Thank you for sharing in the moment.