What on Earth?

     Why do I think I have anything to say that another being will be interested in? During my several decades of life, in which my failures outnumber my successes (or do they?), the list of odd endeavors already includes:

whittling a wooden doll
running a riding stable
converting a baby buggy into a sulky
marrying a man twice my age
dissecting a dead chicken with sticks
writing sad songs
sitting in a refrigerator carton for one hour
running away
riding the wrong horse
trusting the wrong person
loving
losing
making a necklace with a horse's baby teeth
translating from Spanish to English into Italian in the catacombs
herniating a disk on a bolting appaloosa
turning my deepness into poetry
lying on the floor with crystals on seven chakras

     I see that there is no end to this list, and also that the one who will care most about what I say.... is me.  But, out there in cyber land is at least one person who will relate, and even perhaps enjoy a few Spirit Ponies blogs.