I wanted a pony for 68 years
I was SO happy when I bought Otta
I wish I could ride her, I wish she weren't so damaged
But it is what it is and I am devoted to them
I do this to thank all the ponies/horses I've ever ridden
Esp the Icelandics who made me smile & gave me courage during my cancer♥️

Socrates (lamnitic, he was abandoned and at the mercy of well-meaning but ill-informed people who gave him baguettes, apples and, apparently, pains au chocolat, I've ordered a lungeing headcollar and will be gently exercising him daily
He already has hay soaked to remove the sugar
And expensive meds

See, every time I venture into Finistère something happens and I feel like I barely make it out alive
Which is, actually, one of the reasons why I love going there. Live dangerously, take risks, step outside your comfort zone, it's the only way to know for sure that you are still alive
N'est-ce pas?

Google Maps was crazy (the D89 was closed somewhere and I couldn't change the route) and my phone was running out of charge and the light was fading and the ponies were waiting to be fed and watered and I was sure my car was going to break down and I needed the loo, I was so relieved to get home

You know, with all the colourful paintwork and gold statues, bells, gongs, books, prayer mats and stuff, what appealed to me and made me smile were the little toadstools poking through the grass. So many varieties, so small, so fragile and so impermanent

So, it was all very ornate, but walking round with one hand on the prayer wheel was incredibly grounding and calming. I could have done if for hours, had it not chimed and my friend worried that we may be disturbing a silent retreat (we weren't)

Anyway, we went to the Centre Bouddhique Drukpa
I really had not expected such ornate buildings/interiors
I had thought, gentle, silent monks in orange robes and sandals, incense, lots of wood, prayer mats
I need to re-read my books on Buddhism...

My friend has a cute, quirky, hippy-type house right near the Nantes-Brest canal. Ashamed to admit, yesterday was the first time I have ever seen the canal and yes, my first Q. was, can I swim in it?

It's not Versaille Donald, it's the White House
And you are not a king, you're a clown

There are people who are super-rich and super-successful
And then there are people like me
Little old women with no money, no assets, no prospects
Who act tirelessly to help other people (and ponies) to live happier, more satisfying lives
I wouldn't change who I am
Am I crazy?