not too far

Only a stone throw away from my house there is "the shack". The pathway leads through a vegetable and herb garden which now is dormant. It leads to the domicile of my son. There you will find a cozy cabin with wood stove and all, well insulated and otherwise pretty much functional. The kids who visit, come and go ... are thinking of Michelangelo. But then, they nowadays have their own ways of expression.













I could ramble on about these niceties for a while and drown the fact that I am a lucky bourgeois country dweller who has not to fight famine, disease, pollution or political terrorism (although that might be an discussable issue).

















So all my petty concerns of how to pay next months rent, how to keep the sharks happy, the money for the food on the table whilst massaging some sense of responsibility into my grown up children - is nothing compared to the struggle of dozens of hundreds of million peoples daily demises all around the globe. You could say I could call myself lucky. Nevertheless, my stomach is rather acidic these days. Something is not right, and my kids feel it too. And at this point it has nothing to do with Global Warming. If instead we orient ourselves to be more spiritual beings and follow an inner core, or a call for sustenance that is not based solely on the game of gain - we all could profit together ... tremendously.