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Monday, December 28, 2009

Penny for your Thoughts?

Wait to be offered a penny for your thoughts and you will grow old and penniless.
Ask after another's dreams and you will both be enriched.
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16 comments:

  1. CiCiDecember 28, 2009 at 12:02 PM

    I am always happy to learn from other's advice and experience. Heaven knows I mucked up my life a time or two or six so learning from someone else is a help. Hope things are going well for you.

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  2. ShatteredDecember 28, 2009 at 1:02 PM

    Very true...

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  3. JeanDecember 28, 2009 at 1:23 PM

    Dreams are so much richer and expansive than thoughts. But the key here is to ask someone else instead of waiting to be asked. How much more we gain by taking the initiative to approach others and ask them about themselves.

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  4. English RiderDecember 28, 2009 at 2:43 PM

    Jean goes to the head of the class.

    Shattered, Gold Star for you.

    TechnoBabe, thanks for the hopes. I've pulled up my big girl panties and I'm ready for anything.

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  5. DeborahDecember 28, 2009 at 3:24 PM

    Perfect.

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  6. English RiderDecember 28, 2009 at 4:09 PM

    Deborah, a ponyism is born when I succeed in capturing a thought and expressing it succinctly. Most important is writing it down before it gallops away forever.

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  7. ArgentDecember 29, 2009 at 1:44 AM

    You should compile your ponyisms - this one's a good 'un.

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  8. MartinDecember 29, 2009 at 2:13 AM

    Yes, people often have such interesting things to tell...if only we make the time to listen carefully.

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  9. Batteson.IndDecember 29, 2009 at 5:57 AM

    I never got a chance to nip round and wish you a happy chistmas!.. so here t'is, along with a good helping of the best new year wishes. I've just spent a while catching up on your posts, things of lovliness indeed :-) The tale of Hambo especially touched me, as a veritable veteran of rodent inflicted injuries, I understand. Giving a child a cute hamster as a gift is akin to handing a child a shetland pony as their first mount... evil incarnate.

    Anyway.. All the best things to you and yours! continue to have a good-un! cheers!

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  10. The PliersDecember 29, 2009 at 7:42 AM

    Ask after your own dreams and the world may just crack open like an oyster and cough up a pearl made especially with you in mind after years of rubbing up against that irritating grain of sand.

    Not to screw with your ponyism in any way, shape, or form, j'entends.

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  11. English RiderDecember 29, 2009 at 8:13 AM

    Argent, I am headed in that direction. I have a few scribbles on scrap paper filed away.

    Martin, listening to others gives us perspective too.

    Watercats, I too have learned the evil ways of Shetlands. You have been busy with family and Christmas. We've missed you out here.

    Ms. Pliers, sous-entendue, that is the underlying truth. If I were an oyster, I'd be more likely to bump into The Walrus and The Carpenter than any pearls.

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  12. The PliersDecember 29, 2009 at 6:09 PM

    Oh, so now, on top of being an attentive and faithful blog-follower, I have to go look up "The Walrus and the Carpenter" or just stay and ill-read dope!

    Bises,

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  13. English RiderDecember 29, 2009 at 8:03 PM

    Pliers, I venture Alice through the looking glass, but I too would have to verify that it was not Alice in Wonderland. I think you would enjoy the poem/story where W & C mislead the baby oysters and lead them away from their cosy oyster beds. The invitation to lunch is sincere but deadly to the oysters. Typical twisted English childrens' stories.

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  14. English RiderDecember 29, 2009 at 8:18 PM

    Pliers, in addition, no one has noticed my "Few Snorts from a Wild One" inset on the upper right. I though you would like it for sure.

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  15. OwenDecember 30, 2009 at 12:59 PM

    Pennies ?!? I keep hoping someone is going to start offering me hundred dollar bills for my thoughts...

    Which reminds me for some reason of Joe Bonnamassa's excellent blues song "If Heartaches Were Nickels" where he sings, "If wine and pills, were hundred dollar bills ..."

    In any case, I guess it's best not to grow old penniless...

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  16. English RiderDecember 31, 2009 at 10:58 AM

    Owen, pennies, dreams and friends all have value.

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