I've been down lately. There's a pit inside my chest, and it has been difficult to know what to do to get rid of it. So I started feeding some pushy little buntings on my balcony, which made me feel better. I tore apart my classroom and reorganised it to open up more space, which my students seem to appreciate, and that felt good. I bought some rose tea, and orange oil for my incense burner, which has been soothing. I painted a picture with some new watercolours, and that sparked some creativity.
I took a walk.
Beauty is everywhere in Rabat— from intricate geometric architectural elements, to the cascades of bougainvillea that never cease to bloom, there's a lot of loveliness to get lost in on a walk.
I ended up at the Jardin Botanique d'Essais, a green, shady strip of tranquility that feels worlds away from the motorbikes and beeping taxis.
The scent of leaves and layers of birdsong lifted my spirit, and I began to feel like a girl again, inspecting beetles and examining owl pellets under trees. The last couple of days have been brighter— lighter.
