Let us ride together, Blowing mane and hair, Careless of the weather, Miles ahead of care, Ring of hoof and snaffle, Swing of waist and hip, Trotting down the twisted road With the world let slip. Anonymous riding song.
Along for the ride:
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Just Keepin' Goin'
I liked this message from the first day I heard it. It has become an anthem for our times.
If I were a tree, I would be a London Plane. I am gregarious but enjoy solitude. I am English in my heart and soul, but still have room for other nations. I have lived in six countries and picked up a French husband along the way. We have a wonderful, kind, strong-minded daughter who has become a "Human of whom to be proud". I am a magnet for the lost. I foster collies (and collie cousins and the occasional, accidental, cat or crow). Those I have saved have saved me in return. I notice the world around me and often talk to strangers. Traveling alone is interesting, liberating and fulfilling. I am good at most things that I undertake but have few formal qualifications. I am able to have and treasure friends with whom I disagree about almost everything. My life is not over. Who knows where I am headed?
A ponyism is one of Life's Truths perceived from the perspective of an Effing Pony: - Life's a Bluff! - Those who aspire to make their mark on this world must expect to scrape some skin on the walls of experience. - The greatest value of money is as the currency of Hope.
- To be an Ass or an Asset, that is the question?
-Selective memory is but the first step on the path to magical thinking.
-Not all Baggage comes with wheels. -When your hero is a horse you are less likely to be disappointed than were he a human.
-Unfortunately, great wealth does not always equate with class.
-A dick, surrounded by puppies, remains a dick. -What better antidote to evil than kittens? -Any time you have something heavy, ready to drop, your cat will sit right below and look up at you.
Yep, when things go wrong it tends to become a flood, so moving on is the only way to deal with it all. And yes, an anthem for out time.
ReplyDeleteSometimes all you can do is keep pushing on through until you come clean out the other side...
ReplyDeleteOriginally used by Winston Churchill?
ReplyDeleteWhat else can y'do?
ReplyDeleteThe sun keeps coming up every morning.
nice song; never heard it before. thanks.
ReplyDeletebtw I found you in the blogroll at Fridge Soup. I'll be back.
Kate, Welcome. I hope you stick around to see more variety of posts. These last few weeks have been onerous.
ReplyDeleteJune, Martin, Steve and Jean, I thought I answered you already. Conspiracies Abound!