The best part of the journey is

The best part of the journey is the surprise and wonder along the way. That’s what Agatha Christie said. Happy birthday happens every day, not just on the day your mother went through hell, so keep the  candles burning on the cake.

There is no such thing as an imperfect baby. So how come so many adults have so many issues? (I’m asking for a friend.) 

Clearly, everything that goes wrong is nurture, and not according to plan.

The year began with a festival of glorious rain showers, and at some stage I went outside without a shirt, to really feel the droplets. They were like needles piercing my skin. It was a spiritual experience, reminding one that we are nourished by the sky.

Afterwards, the snails came out and left those shiny trails on the garden leaves, and I thought about that as a metaphor for a perfect artistic life. To leave some dubious evidence of your journey, without choice.