…There was a line that my aunt had written, which was read out at her funeral last year. It has stayed with me.
In her old age, in her eighties I think, she wrote in her journal about being at ease with having entered the period of “her diminishment”.
I’m still physically active and able but looking back I can see an arc.
In my early twenties I read EF Schumacher’s ‘Small Is Beautiful’, saw its wisdom, and then shelved it because I was captivated by fossil expansionism…