I am here

The art of grounding oneself

I had a meltdown in the National Archaeological Museum yesterday. To be more precise, it was in the bathroom stall of the museum, after making the fastest tour of the entire collection looking for any place to sit down and pull my brain together.

My photos from from the past two weeks are, quite literally, all over the map.

After leaving my last sit, I spent a couple of days in the house where my stuff has been stored for over a decade. A tricky few days, with shifting weather warnings jeopardizing my imminent travel plans. My original flight did get cancelled for weather, but I wound up on a much more convenient routing.