Notes from the Homeless

Monday

I could pick any day in my life in the past seven months and it could be exactly like today, walking on eggshells in every home/roof over my head that I have lived in these past months. The sad thing is that I have found a comfort and a certain level of solace in the noise of it all.

Being thrown out every second day after I moved in, this has become like an occupational hazard being a homeless person. But I have got to keep moving, learning, applying what I have learnt from being kicked out, used and thrown deeper in the homeless crater.

I review my actions and finally understand what it takes to survive happily and peacefully in this land, whilst I have obligations of taking care of my mom, sister and little Romeo. They are my roses.

Rain

The past weekend as well as today has carried Vancouver weather eastwards and dropped it in Medicine Hat. It is wet outside, mud paddles everywhere in the city. So I and my colleagues run towards any shade to find that cozy feeling you get from being in a warm, dry and relaxed environment.

 I get comfortable in such places, the mind slows down, the body warms up and I feel at peace just being there in the simplicity of it all. The only way to take it in these circumstances is.
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EASY.

Without rain I wouldn’t know this experience. I’d simply be blind to the resulting sensations even after it rains good. I’m aware they’re really simple pleasures but they do mean a lot to me in my current situation. After the rain drops take a break it feels refreshing to breathe in the clean and fresh air. 

The rain normally leaves behind a peaceful smoke, the steam from which is just like God’s natural spa for the earth to cleanse, rinse  and moisturize herself.. I step out of my temporary shade to drag on a smoke and head to the local public library where I find a chair and take a nap as I snuggle up with my pockets.

          

                        A. Dube.