october, xxviii.

Autumnal Monday morning. Czechoslovak Independence Day; I spend half an hour reading about the history. I’ve forgotten some bits entirely. Steaming ibrik of coffee and the wooden floors hardly giving any of the heat back. Then the Buddha; motionless but smiling. I think he’s smiling. I worry about my oleander plant. Sometimes the trick is to recognise the self-doubt for what it really is: physical exhaustion. Take a deep breath and do something simple; read, sip water, and be grateful. Because there is a whole lot of it to be grateful for. I spent the weekend in a self-care mode. Just being. Slow and quiet. Listening to the whirl of the washing machine. Waiting.