Once you get to a certain point in your life, people start trying to tell you that magic isn’t real. These people are trying to quell your sense of wonder at the majesty of the world, and you mustn’t let them. Because magic happens all the time. Whenever you see something utterly beautiful in nature, and you take the time to notice it, it’s magic. When you recognize the love you have to give and the love you receive, it’s magic. Magic is in the look and touch and nearness of someone who matters to you. It’s magic even when something sad or terrible happens, because there is magic in the very fact that you care, and that you’re still there. Magic happens when you stand up for what matters. Magic happens when you don’t let anything ever beat you, no matter what. Magic happens when you are part of the force of love. It’s magic, no matter how dim the hope, how slim the chances, how great the cost. Magic happens every time you give, every time you love, and every time that you are strong. The magic only stops when you let it. The magic is in you and it is all around you. Because the magic is you.
Feather and Daisy approve of the new rug
Our strongest human need is not to fall in love but to be genuinely loved by someone else, to know a love that grows out of reason and choice, not instinct. We need to be loved by someone who chooses to love us and who sees in us something worth loving. But this kind of love requires dedication and discipline because it is the decision to spend energy and effort to benefit another person, knowing that if their life is enriched by our efforts, we too will find satisfaction, the satisfaction not only of being loved but of loving.
Of all the joy and beauty in living, the greatest of these is in loving and giving. Being alive is truly a pleasure, it’s a pleasure to be a friend, a wife, and a lover. But the greatest pleasure is to be a mother.
Tomorrow is my first Mother’s Day! I spent this morning’s entire dog walk planning and devising. For some reason I’m really excited about Mother’s Day, even more than Valentine’s Day, my two birthdays and Christmas. I guess Mother’s Day is my favourite because it has to do with Asha and I love her so totally, more than anyone and anything, alongside Feather and Daisy and Dylan. My first Mother’s Day. Shit. But I think it should be Mother’s Day every day, forever, until the end of time, what do you think? Too much? Anyway. Happy Mother’s Day to me, and to all you beautiful ladies with kids.
Hyperrealistic larger than life sized portraits in charcoal and graphite on paper by Arinze Stanley
Papercast sculptures by Peng Wei
Yesterday Asha turned six weeks old and these have been six of the best weeks of my whole life. Before Asha my life was fun and fine but now it is far more meaningful and far more beautiful. I didn’t know I could love this deeply or that I could be this happy. I look forward to more of everything.
Think we have ourselves a dancer
Oh I’m sure I’ve never been in love like this before
Yesterday I carried Asha and walked the dogs by myself for the first time. I also gave Asha a bath on my own, these are some real milestones. Next thing you know I’ll learn how to drive and while indoors I’ll be able to tell which way north is. Maybe I’ll even learn how to whistle, snap my fingers and roll my motherfucking r’s. Woah there nelly.