I had an interesting experience last week — a miracle of sorts. I was walking out to the compost bin in the backyard, and I heard running water, like the sound of a waterfall. But I live in the flatlands, and there are no waterfalls here. Not good!
Upon further investigation, I found water pouring out of a pipe on the side of my studio, and when I opened the door, water was starting to flood the floor. I pretty much panicked and ran around like a crazy person until I figured out how to turn off the water.
It was a Saturday, and I was fortunate to find a plumber to come out and take a look. The problem was a small tankless water heater above the bathroom that had rusted through and was spewing water into a drip pan. The drip pan and overflow pipe couldn’t handle the volume, and water ended up everywhere.
I wasn’t planning to work in the studio that day. If I hadn’t taken the compost out, I never would have known any of this was going on, and the studio would have been completely flooded.
Also, no artwork was damaged. The water flowed downhill, to the back of the studio, and the art is all on the other side. Actually nothing was damaged except for some water-logged cardboard. I moved everything that was on the floor out of the way before the water got to it.
It could have been a whole lot worse, and I know how lucky I was. What made me go outside at that exact moment? Any earlier or later, and the studio would have been a complete disaster. That, my friends, is a miracle! Someone or something was looking out for me.
Things are a bit soggy, especially the carpet. I spent a lot of time sucking up buckets of water with a wet vac, but it’s still damp. And I’m not sure about water in the ceiing and the walls. But overall I’m counting my blessings.
Have you experienced any everyday miracles? I’d enjoy hearing your thoughts. You can share them with us in the comments section below.
With love and appreciation,
Painting at top: “Meltdown,” 24″ x 48″, repurposed acrylic latex paint on canvas