- crissimcdonald
They are not mine
Updated: Jan 25, 2023
It begins as a trembling in my belly. I can't see them, but a neigh reaches me, flying across the frozen ground. A drumroll of hooves, the snow thrown up by their running, like confetti at a party. What did I do, to earn this kind of excitement? It's not food. There's plenty under the snow. The sun is warm, the creek overflowing. I am theirs, but they are not mine. Those hearts gallop free, and I am a witness to their beauty. If I'm quiet, I can hear their language. If I look, I see that those eyes contain universes of wisdom within them. |
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.