Hoarders have it boring

Yesterday my little girl brought downstairs her basket of markers, and with a salvaged cardboard sheet from the neighbour's bin, set about with the rest of the neighbourhood kids to create a big artwork. It was heartwarming to watch little kids engrossed in writing and drawing outside our front door. They were sprawled on the … Continue reading Hoarders have it boring


Insularity and being content

I find it hard to dig in roots. And I worry about my children who are further more fragmented; geographically, culturally. If we are brought up in an insular world, with comfortable and stable relationships, local living, it is quite possible to have a content life. There are no natural pain points, and hence it … Continue reading Insularity and being content