Surf, a birdsong and the minimum quotient of work

“The moment a little one is concerned with which is a jay and which is a sparrow, they can no longer see the birds or hear them sing” 

Eric Berne

We wake to birdsong in a private forest. We grow more than enough to eat in our yard. We are all extremely healthy. For the most part we are exceptionally happy. We barely work. We talk instead of watching TV. We ride bikes where others drive. We like to read and we have time to do it. We surf, we camp and we tramp. In spring we picnic by our stream.

We live in the luckiest age this planet has ever known and we live a life that we have determined.

Let Hollywood have all the drugs and the fat bankers all the money. We will snatch more than our share of happiness and we shall enjoy and savour the small things that make living our life great. It is the little quiet moments in ones life that are the most precious.

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