Recently I wrote about the tiniest, slowest, yet mightiest of leaks that quietly wrecked the floors in the space I live and work in, that in turn created a cascade of impacts to my life: Certainly not dire in the realm of difficult things that can occur in a life…but challenging nevertheless.
This new phase of repairs has meant moving out of my space altogether, along with everything “on the floor”, which is almost everything.
As I survey the new makeshift camp in which I am living, its just-moved chaos, and my own fatigue and brain swimming with a thousand details of contractors and logistics, I need to take some time off to navigate this very unexpected detour which is full of big lessons daily.
Until then, I recommend vearing off the road and into Improvised Life’s archive full of treasures, surprises, illumination… everything you might want in a detour, like this remarkable image by artist Richard Long, who has made a study of paths, and which seems…just…..right.
We’ll resume publishing next week.