It has been happening to me a lot lately. An overwhelming feeling of conforming and consuming, and what for? What kind of life is this, I ask myself. My husband works six days a week, why? Just so I can spend all the money he earns on making me and the kids feel happy temporarily? It is a cloak, this capitalistic life. It is not living. Well, not the kind of living I want to do. But for now it will have to do. We dream of owning a house and some land. A place we can farm just for ourselves. A place where we can really be. Living with the land, being closer to one another and sharing with our neighbours. A life that sustains us as much as we sustain life.