I am well, thank you, Jack. Mr. Lakeman is absolutely spot-on in his analysis, I think.....neighbourhoods being built by developers/builders rather than the inhabitants themselves have a very different purpose. I can't help but think of medieval villages which were built around churches, marketplaces and water sources...everything radiat…
Mr. Lakeman is absolutely spot-on in his analysis, I think.....neighbourhoods being built by developers/builders rather than the inhabitants themselves have a very different purpose. I can't help but think of medieval villages which were built around churches, marketplaces and water sources...everything radiated out from there and necessitated interaction and co-operation. None of us would choose a soulless grid of McMansions if we thought we had a choice (and we actually do). I'm trying not to think too hard about the monumental nature of the task that would be jostling the populace out of its consumer stupor...as I said, the lawn thing and the anti-dandelion propaganda people have been fed for decades...ugh. I know it's happening in small pockets so that's a straw I'll happily grasp.
And yes, the deep longing of that poem...it's almost wistful and dreamy....I can absolutely relate.
I know I can get easily discouraged if I start thinking too much on the magnitude of the task at hand. I have to keep reminding myself to do the small things I can do. I recognize my own impatience, having lived in barren--though often "nice"--places my whole life.
I am well, thank you, Jack.
Mr. Lakeman is absolutely spot-on in his analysis, I think.....neighbourhoods being built by developers/builders rather than the inhabitants themselves have a very different purpose. I can't help but think of medieval villages which were built around churches, marketplaces and water sources...everything radiated out from there and necessitated interaction and co-operation. None of us would choose a soulless grid of McMansions if we thought we had a choice (and we actually do). I'm trying not to think too hard about the monumental nature of the task that would be jostling the populace out of its consumer stupor...as I said, the lawn thing and the anti-dandelion propaganda people have been fed for decades...ugh. I know it's happening in small pockets so that's a straw I'll happily grasp.
And yes, the deep longing of that poem...it's almost wistful and dreamy....I can absolutely relate.
I know I can get easily discouraged if I start thinking too much on the magnitude of the task at hand. I have to keep reminding myself to do the small things I can do. I recognize my own impatience, having lived in barren--though often "nice"--places my whole life.