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Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God; from ‘lch habe viele Brüder in Sutanen’, tr. Anita Barrows & Joanna Macy

Imagine a home or a village or world where the origin of everything is known to you. You know where everything comes from.

The walls of that building is made of adobe, which is made of the sand and clay under our feet mixed with water. The furniture, cutlery and utensils are all handmade locally with resources from this area we're in. The cloth people wear are made of fabrics woven nearby from organic cotton grown by the neighbour who finds passion and purpose in it. Or grown in small batches for our own use in each our gardens.

Everything you see here you can point at and tell your children about where the elements it consists of came from and how it came to be. You know the people who touched and shaped it. And every item is crafted with the presence and intent of a human being.

How would it feel to be in such a place?

I imagine so intimate. Relatable. So connected. With such a sense of integrity and belonging, as opposed to exploitation and separation.