Thursday 25 October 2012

Bourbon Street beginnings....

There are about ooh 3 or 4 people who know that the story of Little Satsuma begins in the French Quarter of New Orleans in 2001....I have no photos from being there as they are somewhere stuffed in a box in a house in Essex, assuming the owner of them is still alive.

A strange sequence of events that began on a trip there were the catalyst for a number of things that subsequently happened that led me along a very interesting path and led me eventually to a small village in Wales where I now live.

What it has showed me is that life is there in front of you, like a big fat pile of putty. There is no manual on what you are supposed to be making, you just have a try and see what you can make of it. If it's good keep it that way and the amazing thing is that if you get it wrong or what you shape it as turns a bit rubbish, you can always remould it  - keep the bits you want and dont be afraid to look at what bit were crap and change.

I wonder if we all sat down and had to write on a bit of paper the 3 pivotal points that shaped our life what they would be? Would we have still arrived where we are without them? If not what would have been different?

the wondrous, wondrous twists and turns of the path we tread on this mortal coil.


Fools live to regret their words, wise men to regret their silence





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