The video says all I want to...
The photo is from a shoot I did a while ago and it's one I've always loved simply because it really shows me.....
It may not fit the blog itself but then who cares...!!!
I have had a blissful few days pottering around.... and it was exactly how I needed to spend my time.
I write this blog having woken up with the thought "time wasted enjoyed is not wasted time" but that wasn't right...
Pottering - that is.
I write straight out my head, whereas I often write first, post a while later, rewrite a bit - this is happening now (wooohooo) and I hope I don't get to the end and something happens I lose the blog!!! lol a sign that it was not meant to be posted afterall - more pottering to do!
I'm lucky I've had the luxury of time this break to be able to potter. There were some things I thought I wanted to do, write and read more and well plans changed, I changed and it's been great. I consider it a luxury to be able to wake up every day without an alarm, just when I want to, then laze in bed maybe with a cofffe - post on instagram, check facebook, do my meditation and then allow the day to unfold. I have plans but I kept them leisurely timing, no rush just breathing in the moment.
I wish all our lives were a bit more this way - not all the time maybe but a little more. Instead of this rush rush rush must do, achieve, be productive and successful - stop and potter and be still...
Now those who know me are probably thinking I'm either drunk (no it' s 9am and no hangover either) or gone a bit crazy (I live on a remote island so quite possibly) - yes I said 'still', something I have been told to be for quite some time and I've replied "I am still when I'm xyz...." - bless me hey.. But I am getting it now, the art of being still, letting the world turn in the way she does and always will and seeing what comes up and then goes.
I've had some amazing chats with freinds while here and I truly appreciate the people I've met and know here (if you don't know me I'm in Singapore now, but I live on Bawah).
Celebrating my birthday on Bawah herself is something I can look back on in years to come and be YAY for my 47th, celebrating again yesterday here with those who came along leaves me with a huge smile, a few tears welling up and my heart full of love and gratitude. Thank you to those who could make it.... and to those who couldn't but wanted to..
Allowing myself to potter and just be has been the best medicine and I feel revived and alive and ready to rumble - in a calm and peaceful way.
Thanks as ever - and potter away...
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Why do I care ?
I introduced you to Pulau Medang a couple of weeks ago www.f-cubed.net/blog/pulau-medang-where and I’d like to follow up and share with you why I care. Why did I decide to start to blog and IG about this island that few have heard about?
My passion to change the world (I dream big) started in Singapore when I began to plog, which turned into beach cleaning which became a desire to understand how we got the earth in this mess and how we can undo it if at all.
What I learnt was a bit depressing for a while and it got me down, I ranted a bit then moved to an island in the middle of nowhere and calmed down. www.bawahreserve.com
I started to come across links and articles about all the amazing things people are inventing and how many are doing what they can the same all to varying degrees.
There is still more to do which will take time, but I believe could be speeded up with a cash injection and an overthrow of all governments...
When Shane from the Vega introduced me to Amir on Medang, that was it. Here was a man which huge passion to transform his island, had already made strides in the right direction and I feel just needed someone to believe in him.
Since we met we’ve set up Facebook and IG, put some ideas out there, discussed what is needed, created our logo and slogan and ordered out tee shirts.
Honestly, there are times I am so scared that I have made some promises I can’t fulfill to him and am out of my depth. Then I buck myself up and move forward simply because I don’t want to let this island or myself down.
I am no expert in plastic etc but I am an expert in caring - and if Amir and I can show that a small island can change, then we will inspire others to take the first step.
It will take education, a change of mindset, systems and putting ourselves out then and asking for help.
And that is in part why I am writing this blog. I’m asking for help in the form of donations to go towards purchasing a pyrolysis machine. This is a machine that transforms plastic into oil, oil that will be used by the local fishermen in their boats and save them money. It is a way to get rid of the plastic Medang has and boost the economy while we work to reduce what they use. There will hopefully come a time when Medang doesn’t produce enough plastic to make the machine necessary but there are close by islands that we can then work with.
This is what Amir feels his island needs first and I trust him and doing my part to raise the $7500sgd to buy it.
I have spoken to the man who invented it to ensure I understand enough to agree it is what to do and I do. He is happy to talk to others too.
I find it hard to ask for donations and I have only immense gratitude to give in return and a promise to keep sharing as Medang changes and to keep going even when I have no idea !!
Thank you for reading and any help you can offer.
IG : medang_4_change
FB : www.facebook.com/p.medang.3
Link to donate : www.simplygiving.com/appeal/medang4change
Reading this you might think I am ungrateful for where I live now, please I am not.... As I sat and watched the most stunning sunset, that lit the sky from east to west, many things came into my mind about life, dreams and where to be in the world.
Being single and relatively possessionless is both a blessing and a curse. It means I can go most places, money, visa and work permitting and it also means I can go most places, money, visa and work permitting.....
So where does one go?
And it’s not just that, it’s working with your bliss and I know for many that isn’t possible - bills, family etc - but without them I find myself sitting in the question of what is my bliss, what is it I can offer to the world?
A guest here recently emailed to say what a magical time she had had here and part of that was also because of me, my energy, our conversations. Even after all the work I have done on myself to date I still find it hard to accept - me? Really? Is that maybe the same for all of us though? It can’t only be me that struggles with accepting themselves fully??
My passion over the years changed. When I started teaching pilates I read almost anything and everything I could get my hands on and I soaked it up.. Much of that reading still remains in my brain, but the passion at some point diminished.
I wonder if it was the environment I found myself in, or simply that I had changed, would that passion be sparked again if it was my own place that I taught in?
Honestly, I don’t think so - I do still enjoy training people and when I have a puzzle to solve, an injury to deal with then I love it the most. I love talking to people and finding things out about them and getting in to coaching conversations, asking the questions that I ask myself.,,
But then, when I draw I can easily get lost in the patterns, in the feel of the pen on the paper and how slowly it emerges and takes shape. As a friend pointed out - this doesn’t pay the rent though!! Would I love it so much if I depended on it to make my living.
Then the more I learn about the environment the more I want to run off and join conservation groups and get hands on and get down and get dirty... Not sure this is the solution either, so I sit from afar, am involved in the Bawah Anambas Foundation and as you know from my last blog and working on my own thing with Pulau Medang...
Where does this rambling lead me?? Well I feel better for having written it, for voicing out what is going on in my thoughts... Sharing and wondering if others out there are holding similar ponderances in their minds.
I live on a beautiful island, with some truly lovely people, have seen the most stunning sun rise and sets, met people from around the world, all with stories to tell... and for now it is home. Where I ultimately end up will become clear over time and contemplation.
My priority now is to look in to me.... Intimacy starting with myself, and what I feel I can and also want to offer to the world. Self work for me is part of life and something that I will always do, as someone said to me once “I bet it is never a dull moment in your head...”. And they were so right, it isn’t dull in my mind - it is calmly chaotic, randomly organised and a very pleasant place to be....
I’d like to share a little story with you, it might take a wee while so this is part 1 of an unknown amount. If we are friends on facebook you'll have seen some posts about this island already - now here's the why behind them...
The "photo film" (my first attempt at it I want to add!!) you see above is of Pulau Medang, a beautiful small island located at : 8.1398° S, 117.3910° E. It is a small island in the East Indonesian archipelago, tucked into the Sumbawa subdistrict. To get there you need to first fly to Sumbawa and take a 3 hour trip by motor boat journey across the waters.
Why do I know about this place when many Indonesians have never heard of it?? A man called Amir, a pretty cool guy who lives on Medang. As with the best of meetings it was through a friend of a friend of a friend that we got to chatting. The video at the bottom of this blog is Amir's work.
One day about 2 years ago, after an evening of red wine drinking at a friend's place, a few of us wandered down to the Singapore Boat Show to meet a friend of the friend. There in the marina was the most magnificent boat - Vega. She stood out amongst all the other boats at the show - not hard to do really as she is 127 years old, wooden with stunning rigging and sails. Even if you don't like boats, it is hard not to fall in love with the Vega. She was made to stand the test of time and she has survived many a tumultuous sea delivering items to far out Indonesian islands one of which being Medang. As I stepped aboard I was ‘rudely’ introduced to Shane, and I mean rudely as he has a wicked sense of humour and also to his wife, Meggi who is quite opposite to Shane! Oh and not to forget Scourge the cat who decides whether or not she wants to talk to you - typical cat…
It was a fun afternoon hearing about their adventures and what they do and little did I know then that I would end up living on a remote island in Indonesia, working for Bawah Reserve and being part of the Bawah Anambas Foundation and Shane and Meggi would come into my life again.
On a 2 night stay in Batam, I found out that the Vega were moored in the marina next to where I was staying - coincidence or what and once more I boarded the old beauty for a coffee, beer and chat. This random, and meant to be so maybe not so random…. meeting lead to me being introduced to Amir, to whom I have been speaking since and exchanging ideas and knowledge of each others lives and passions. My aim has been to find out what Medang needs and how I can be of help.
Being on Bawah now for 6 months and having had the opportunity to visit the islands we work with has been a huge eye opener for me. No 'supermarket', limited electricity, unpredictable wifi…. Some islands can grow produce, others can’t - their shower might be a well that catches rain water and you scoop it up and splash it over. It is so far away from what I knew existed and to be honest, I love going to these places, they really ground me.
A little more about Medang (translated from Bahasa Indonesia)
Pulau Medang is from what I can see in the photos, a beautiful small Indonesian island in the Indonesian archipelago, tucked into the Sumbawa subdistrict and home to 3000 inhabitants. To get there you first need to fly to Sumbawa on the eastern tip of West Nusa Tengarra and then take a 3 hour trip by motor boat from Goa Beach to Pulau Medang. The people live in 2 villages Bugis and Bajo. There are 3 ethnic groups and customs - Bugis, Bajo and Mandar - living in harmony with each other. The majority of the inhabitants make their livelihood as fishermen, farmers and labourers as well as cow, water buffalo and goat breeders. It is a simply beautiful island full of potential for tourism; sandy beaches, hilly ridges, mangroves and great local food.
There is however a down side to Medang and as with many of these out-lying small islands, plastic pollution is rife.
The villagers didn’t know that throwing plastic into the sea was not a good thing to do for the health of the island.
Most of us now know different, but on these far away islands the news hasn’t reached them yet and we are playing catch up and I really believe that it's not too late to catch up,
Watch this space....
In Bahasa Indonesia
Pulau medang adalah salah satu pulau kecil yang terletak di utara pulau Sumbawa secara administrative masuk dalam pemerintahan Kabupaten Sumbawa kecamatan labuhan badas. Pulau medang dihuni oleh kurang lebih 3.000 jiwa penduduk dan terdiri dari 2 Desa yaitu Desa Bugis Medang dan Desa Bajo medang terdapat 3 suku, adat dan bahasa yaitu suku Bugis, Bajo dan Mandar. Mayoritas penduduk dipulau ini bermata pencaharian sebagai nelayan sebagaian sebagai petani dan pekebun serta peternak sapi, kerbau dan kambing. Potensi wisata yang dimiliki yaitu Pantai Pasir Putih, Danau, tebing alam, hutan mangrove, dan beberapa wisata adat dan kuliner.
I briefly mentioned in a previous blog ‘1000 minutes’, I’d like to share with you what inspired me and what it symbolises.
My trip to Yogyakarta was a beautiful time, the learning, the being with some lovely people, the vibe of the city and the day trips out to the Temples. Borobudur and Prambanan and two old Temples, one celebrating Hinduism and the other Buddhism. I have no religion particularly, I believe each person has the right to chose what they wish to follow, that religion has and still does create so much divide amongst people and yet they all follow similar beliefs. Each religion has its 'commandments' to aim to live by and unfortunately often dire consequences if you don’t. That’s why I veer towards the Buddhist way - for me it is really more about taking responsibility for your own actions for you, not for fear of some higher power and not following the right path ultimately leads to your own suffering, by your own doing. But that’s me and I respect what anyone wishes to believe in as long as please please please be a nice person to all other beings that live on the Earth - and of course I do include all animals and nature within that. Yes I do kill ants and mosquitoes, not much else though if I can help it, and I have negative thoughts towards people (and myself) and I work towards not having them - but overall I’m a nice person and don’t wish harm anyone....
So, whilst in the Temples many thoughts came to me, not all of them I remember, but this one did.
These feats of architecture were built over 1000 years ago, in a time when there were no cranes as we have now, no machinery to help break the rock and no CAD systems to view the design and architecture before stone was put in place.
I marvel at their achievements that have stood the test of time unless unfortunately destroyed at the hands of others.
1000 years ago, the people from then are long forgotten, what they built reminds us they existed. There are few stories of who did what from those times, no photographic evidence of who decided what and how they slowly brought these amazing places to life.
How many people in that time have been on our planet ?
What will this planet look like in that time in the future?
What will be left from us now, in 1000 years what beings will look and have the same questions I have?
Will there be any planet at all!...
This lead me to thinking about how I live my day to day life, the times in the past I have spoken badly to someone who really had nothing to do with the emotion I was in at the time, the times I hold on to something someone says to me and stew on it for way longer than is worth while.
How I’ve criticised and been hard on myself, not enjoyed the moment and not lived to my values....
We have only so much time on this earth and why do I want to spend it being unkind to me and to others when being nice to each other is way better! Not saying to not have bad days, or feel the 'negative’ emotions but why waste my precious minutes being in that space for too long?
My precious minutes.
1000 of them
That’s on average all I have to spend each day.
We sleep approximately 7 or so hours, which means we have 16 hours something awake. I tweaked the maths to make it exact - 1000 minutes.
We have roughly 1000 minutes each day to be awake.
Not just to have our eyes open and go through the motions of life, but to be awake, to live fully in the moment. I stopped and thought what a waste if I spend many of those minutes angry over a situation that is out of my control, to get caught up in story telling, drama, gossip, in paranoia, in anxiety and taking things too damn seriously....
I don’t want to spend my minutes that way, Now it doesn’t mean I am going to go around laughing all day!! What it means to me is that I am going to use those minutes to the best of my ability both in and out of work time. It means when I have my moments of negativity and can hear the little voice in my head rabbiting away and I feel like a dog chasing it’s tail being stuck in the emotion, I can stop - and ask myself
Is this really how I want to spend my minutes?
I wanted a tattoo done in Indonesia but didn’t know where or when. A few days later I was arranging to meet a friend in Jakarta and our timing to meet was based around him going to have a new tattoo.... Perfect
Now inked on my right wrist, a permanent reminder to not spend my precious minutes on things I cannot change and to use my time wisely which may be sitting and simply watching the world go by.
Jumping on the Band Wagon ....
It’s not often I want to slingshot my way to stardom via someone else, however on this occasion I’m making a difference. Two reasons, firstly I love being in this vlog from Kane and Pia, they stayed with us on Bawah to end their honeymoon and joined me in class one morning. They are passionate about the planet and have an environmental line of fitness wear and mats, so we had heaps to talk about- a shared mission... Second - I love how Bawah looks on this vlog, it really does show how beautiful she is, the surroundings and how far away we are from all others. We are a small island with so much love, it is magical…
I don't know how people manage to live their lives on vlogs and share all they do! I do to an extent in my weeee blogs but it’s not quite the same. I take my hat off to those that do, it’s a whole heap of hard word. Yes they are on 'holiday' but during that time they are thinking of content, how they look, how they come across, how where they are will look on camera and take the criticism as well as the compliments and that’s not easy. We are wired towards hearing the negative and holding those few negative comments close to our hearts and forgetting all the good comments made.
I don’t think I could do it, I’m happy with my scribblings for the moment - I wish all those who make a living out of vlogs and IG and so on all the best. It might look glamorous but I reckon underneath is a lot of work we don’t always consider - but that's the same for so much of what happens in the world hey!!!
So I’m jumping aboard this one, singing my praises that I appeared in this vlog not looking too shabby, hashtagging away and highlighting how AMAZING Bawah is a place to come to.
If you decide to venture to this part of the sea, please come join me on the deck for an amazing mix of movement, in a beautiful setting with some of the friendliest people I have ever met and with whom I am grateful I live, breathe and work with.
#pikacrew #piamuehlenbeck #kaneandpia #vlogswithpia
What’s your dream.?
Since moving to Bawah a few people commented “Wow you’re living the dream?”...
How do they know what my dream is? And why is living and working on a remote island a dream anyway?
This is not to say AT ALL that living on Bawah isn’t amazing in so many ways. It is truly stunning here, the green is green, the sea is a myriad of blues, the corals are coming back to life and I can watch the fish play amongst them everyday. A plane arrives almost daily bringing guests who get their first glimpse of Bawah from the sky and it is breath taking. They land to be greeted by smiling faces, Indonesians are the loveliest of people. To see guests enjoy themselves is a joy, to train them especially when they are "into" training and learning is my bliss for movement, just because all the above are in my life - it doesn’t necessarily mean I’m living my dream.
Now if I just lived here, taught a bit, got to be more like a guest, sunbathe and not have to wear a uniform or make up daily - well that’s a little bit closer!!! But that’s not reality and after a while I know deep down in my heart that it wouldn't be 'enough' and fulfill me !!
What is my dream ?? I am going to be so very honest as I belive the more I put this out into the universe, the more the right things will come my way...
To own a home that is a home to all. Be part of a community, live and work together to make change not only to the community but to inspire othes. To live as sustainably as possible and be kind to this big old planet that is my ultimate home. To educate in many ways and spread the word of how we all affect each other.
Distance is irrelevant.
A home for visitors to stay, to be greeted by warm smiling faces and become part of the community for the time with us. A home where you relax, chat, discuss those subjects that you sometimes can’t while living in your normal life and maybe, just maybe get closer to some answers. A home where movement is embraced, smiles are necessary and where all take part in day to day life.
To make a difference, build something that inspires, to work as a team, and stay true to myself encouraging others to do the same.
That’s my dream.....
Feel free to share yours with me and the universe, she's listening.
Interesting as I sat and started to write this blog, this is the 4th sentence starter… How come I didn't know how to begin this when the thought came to me the day before that I wanted to write about values? Why did I want to write this? Because I’m reading Brene Brown’s book “Dare to Lead” - love her stuff! Why did I procrastinate so much?
Great question… One of those moments of putting myself out there….
Now down to business, I have often read books and got to the bit where I have to do some soul searching and erm skipped it - I own up I don’t always do the work… (quick side note, not doing the work doesn’t get you anywhere). Well this time I did. She asked on page 188 to read the list of values she had put down and find the 2 that you aligned with…
out of about 60…
But yup just 2…. That’s what I thought too.
As recommended I reduced the list to about 10-15 and then saw some similarities between them and where I could join them together to be left with the 2 which when the going gets tough, I can remind myself of and they can give me the boost I need to carry on…
What did I come up with?
Make a Difference.
I have “struggled” with who I am, what I stand for (F-cubed was born from that question) and how to be in this world, accepting myself and allowing “me” to be out there. This blog is part of that journey. However sharing me in written words is relatively easy in comparison to sharing face to face or in a phone call with a friend - my closest friends know that too well.
You know those feelings you don’t want to have or admit to, but we have them and then OMG to tell someone that is what you are going through and feeling? No thanks. Way too much vulnerability (thanks again Brene for that work) and something I was not very comfortable with. Wasn’t comfortable, still not 100%. But the daft thing is, it is true that the minute you name it, it’s less scary.
Through self work, reading, chatting, coaching, practising and failing, getting mad at myself then calming down - I figured a few things out. Not everything but a few…
My trip to Yogyakarta was a turning point for me as well, temples have an interesting effect on me and visiting them there certainly made a difference to the way I see my current life.
Reading a little again about Buddhism has also shifted my perspective about life and it is what it is and not letting emotions control action. This had come up before - does your mind control you or you control your mind?…. I wasn't ready to hear it then, this time it sunk in.
I feel I was ready to do my values anew, and I then decided to draw them and pattern around and when finished they will appear on my wall as a reminder. And yes I do need a reminder - it is easy to forget. I’ll share with you next time my newest tattoo and why… yes I am keeping you in suspense….
I’m hoping Brene won't mind me sharing the list of values.
The last 5 months, well maybe 5 years have been very thought provoking for me. From living in Singapore for 4 1/2 years, a very safe and convenient country with a range of living standards (not all seen by all) and then moving to a luxury resort. A resort that is in the middle of the sea, accessible only be sea plane (or boat) and one where attention is paid to the smallest of details. In the midst of those years I’ve been inside HDBs (housing development buildings) where the ‘old’ Singaporeans live, helped serve food to the Malay and Indian population of Singapore, many of whom are living just on the minimum wage. and then more recently taken a big old boat ride of 6 hours to outlying islands in the Anambas, islands who by western standards, have very little.
I’ve met people who have what seems a bottomless bank account, a number of houses around the world and pop from one luxury resort to the next.
And I’ve met people who live in a wooden shack with a corrugated roof and cook their freshly caught fish over the coals the old fashioned way.
Who is happier? Who has a better quality of life? And based on what?
These recent meetings and experiences have all led me to question what life is about and what I want out of life. And with my recent adventure to Yogyakarta, I pondered more….
What does it mean?
Who is to say what a good standard of living is, a quality life?
Based on what?
What do we really need....?
Over the years I visited a few villages, I’ve visited as a tourist and not known or thought too much about the people who live and grew up on them. Now I do, and it is changing the way I see things.
The latest trip was to Mengkait, a very small island in the South China Sea, part of the Anambas. On this tiny island live maybe 1000 people - living closer together than you live in Hong Kong that’s for sure. Just across the waters is a huge island, why not settle there I asked....
Because they worry they may run out of water....
Having to go across every day to get the water they need means they are more conscious of what they use, if they had easy access to it they would probably use more and use too much and run out.
It reminds me of Ellen MacArthur who was the first woman to sail single- handed around the world. On her journey the realisation came to her that the earth’s resources are limited and as a planet we will run out one day....
Mengkait is dirty, filled with rubbish and plastic littering the streets. They have established some form of economy for themselves. The kids go to school, many fathers are fishermen, and their diet is mainly white rice, fresh caught fish and some green vegetables. However there are many shop houses selling single use foods, drink sachets and household items - the bane of our plastic problem in the world.
As our boat sailed away, I caught myself thinking how we could help them establish industry, improve their economy and help them live better lives.
Better by whose standards???
By mine, my egotistical western mind thinking that how I have known to live is the right way to live. Who am I to say their lives are not fulfilled and they are not content with how they live?. Unless I ask I don’t know and even if their answer is they’d like it to be different, is the Western way the best?
Honestly, I don’t think it is. Our consumerist nature, our lack of community and our long hours of work (that I question the necessity of) are not creating happy countries. Many people and societies as a whole are driven to gain more and more at the expense of their health, happiness and overall well being.
These islanders are probably not the healthiest I know that, but they are strong in community and they have time with families and extended families. They sit and eat together, they don’t work round the clock and in many ways they don’t spend above their means.
I did wonder as I looked at the many fishing boats bobbing around on the waters, how many men lose their lives to the sea - who goes out one morning never to return? What happens next?
What are these children learning about life? Skills from western ways or skills needed for the way they will live their lives and how many actually leave the islands - how many want to? And for what? In search of......
The one thing I really do think needs to change for these few villages I’ve now visited, is the cleanliness, the reduction of plastics and the proper disposal of waste. It’s a selfish wish as it is for the betterment of the whole planet and I say selfish because it is my wish. I know there are many who feel the same, and these small islands are a great place to start.
There are people out there doing this; BAF (the Bawah Anambas Foundation), https://www.bawahreserve.com/bawah-anambas-foundation/ , the Vega https://www.sailvega.com/ , Plastic Bank https://www.plasticbank.com/ to name a few. Through BAF we are assisting them in waste management and educating them why to change. But we also need to consider the manufacturers who continue to produce these single serve items - if they stopped there’d be less waste wouldn’t there??
Let’s be real, that is unlikely to happen. So in the mean time, we do our part, help these islands to tidy up - not to become "westernised" but to improve island hygiene, and to help them be able to keep fishing for their livelihoods.
I have experienced a few things on these journeys - some new, some simply interesting to note. 6 hours on a big old boat having to squat over a hole to pee into the sea below. Washing with cold water I throw over me from a tub of collected rain water. Freshly caught and cooked fish (and I mean fresh) barbequed over an open, old fashioned fire that tasted so much better than any other fish I’ve had in restaurants. Mooring our boat by gently easing the smaller boats out the way; think bumper cars with less bump, sitting on the floor attempting to eat with my right hand (I gave up I admit and resorted to cutlery...), watching kids climb in a tree and pick up a scrap of plastic to swing about, chickens and cats meandering the wooden streets, houses on stilts, upturned satellite dishes for something or other, and all the while many have their mobile phones in hand....
What do many of these villages need? Simple basic resources - school items, medical provisions, a dentist, education… Not necessarily a change to the way they live, but maybe making the way they live a little healthier both for them and the planet.
As I watched those kids in the tree, I thought
“what is life about?”
At the end of the day, I’m thinking that life is about simply living and living simply, learning, experiencing, and giving to each other and the earth in whatever way we can for the betterment of all life on earth…
I have opinions on most things - and I am happy to listen with an open mind, seeing a different view. Please feel free to comment and tell me how it occurs for you..