But then I think about homeless people and suddenly there is a revelation.

My husband and I live in a small apartment. A so called one-room-apartment. It is so small, we had to close the balcony with walls and windows in order to gain space for my writing corner. That way we cannot sit back and relax on the balcony at summer evenings watching the stars. We also cannot dry washed clothes outside, which would be very practical. Our bathroom is so small, an obese visitor could not enter it. There is also no way stretching your legs, if you sit in the bathtub. The kitchen is so tiny, we could not fit in a standard dish-washer, but bought a narrower one. Luckily I have never felt the need to wear different clothes every day, because there would be not enough storage room for them. And so on and on, I almost start feeling sorry for myself.

But then I think about homeless people and suddenly there is a revelation. A strong warm wave of gratitude overwhelms me. I do have a home. A home with heating, electricity, clean water hot and cold, internet, phone. A sunny flat, which is beautiful, functional and has a great view. These are the many things I am grateful for. In addition to that, from the point of view of minimalism, we live in a perfect apartment. We have all we need. During the weekly cleaning the flat even seems a bit too big. Our cozy little humble abode is giving us protection against sun, rain, storm, lightning and wind. It is a temple for our two souls searching for inner peace and finding it often right there – in the place closely hugging our duality.

Take care,

Helena Smole, author of:

– a fantasy novel with romance Vivvy and Izzy the Dwarf: A series about relationships

Balancing the Beast, a book offering a bright view of schizoaffective disorder ˗ bipolar or manic-depressive type

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