Books often jump off the shelves at just the right time. I’m always amazed and grateful when that happens. This morning I found several pages of handwritten project notes I’d made some time ago about which I’d forgotten and the discovery encouraged me greatly. Despite the fact that I’d let these notes fall through the organizational cracks, I’ll count their reappearance just now as a serendipitous delight the same as one of those mysteriously launched books.
[Photo: taken on a tour of labyrinths in the Minneapolis area.]