-- NO accidents to report, actually. But I during a conversation the other week I realized I was kinda hazy about the definition of "serendipity," so I looked it up and since then I've had happy accidents on my mind. They make for interesting art, for one thing.
It's a good way to rationalize tripping over my own clutter, for another. Maybe.
Mostly, it makes me think of this description for "how to fly," that I think I read in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy when I was a teenager.
It was something like this:
1 -- Make yourself trip & stumble.
2 -- As you're falling, forget that you're falling & forget that you've stumbled.
3 -- Also, let go of any worry about hitting the ground.
4 -- Now you're flying. Enjoy yourself.
It's hard to get past Step 2, though, huh?
I thought about that a lot when I was first trying to figure out handstands, actually. And these days, I balance better when I'm talking and teaching upside down, as opposed to just being quiet and focusing on what I'm doing.
Anyway, I don't have a point to make here. The week's halfway over, I've got a whole bunch of stuff to do.
I wish you only the happiest of accidents...
