There was a time not so long ago when the day began with the rise of the sun and the song of a bird outside our window. We relied on one another for sustenance and care, and we tucked ourselves in with the rise of the moon.
The work might have been weary on our bones, but it was refreshing to the soul.
Now, in modern hustle culture, we awake to a blaring alarm clock before the sun rises and we can’t hear the birds through the morning news. We commute to work, where we bathe in fluorescent lights and looming deadlines. We don’t have time to rely on one another anymore, and our sustenance comes in convenient plastic packages from a factory far away.
The work might be easier, but it’s weary to the soul.

Does this sound familiar?
In the midst of our busy lives, most of us yearn for simpler times rich with quality and purpose.

