Mmmmmmmmmm

though left the farm shop empty handed one July day. It did not entice or indulge me. The passion lost of even the local produce. A little quality better than a lot of crap, one used to enjoy!  

Those who forgot that not only does one hoard, one does not keep. 

Only rebuying;  rather than storing! I am swinging back to life before setting up home. 

The abode thoughts in a revamped world where bedsits are now not so legal ... 

The equation and equivalent of a lot smaller lifestyle beyond this muddle. 

The ideas into decisions into doing. I have ruthless rid of much and there is still

many segments to sort on in which direction to head towards. 

this is life now, one takes it in without touching the unnecessary The interest lost when abundance of much came once upon !  ... 

A breathe of freshness

descends upon after some murky feelings. The knowledge that perhaps I can feel a lightness again. The interlinking appreciation on the gift in time and the harshness of eviction notices and whatever you get when on the wrong end of life. A life in misunderstanding and non action on a lot of lack of basic needs in duty of care. 

A lot in life still to make progress beyond the door in many aspects of life ending. The ending in the worst case scenarios. A culture where the remains of their loved one immediately not being able to be laid to rest in a traditional way adds to the distress ... 

I could not do what was necessary in dignity of a person. And it follows to this day. I had many months of not being able to grieve in peace my way. That will haunt me to my own death day and beyond.