Sheperds hut

“Let parents bequeath to their children not riches, but the spirit of reverence.” - Plato

Submerged in our lives of megacities and commuting it is easy to lose touch with our beginnings. To live without a past. Without memory.

In our origins we started with what we had. With eyes to see and from necessity we first made dwellings scooping hollows into the soil and erecting sheltering structures above.

Structures made from the natural world around. Trees, branches, grasses, leaves. Built without modern tools they were safe, comfortable durable dwellings. Within we lived in comfort and health for thousands of years as civilisation evolved.

This Greek shepherds hut could have been made thousands of years ago. Salvaged stone, unhewn tree trunks, branches, brush, rocks and simple terracotta tiles. Now so enmeshed in our comforts it could be called rustic. But is it?

How much of what we want do we need? What have we given up in our experience of life for the material wants we crave to satisfy? Are our lives any richer for our accumulations?
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Sheperds hut

Sheperds hut

“Let parents bequeath to their children not riches, but the spirit of reverence.” - Plato

Submerged in our lives of megacities and commuting it is easy to lose touch with our beginnings. To live without a past. Without memory.

In our origins we started with what we had. With eyes to see and from necessity we first made dwellings scooping hollows into the soil and erecting sheltering structures above.

Structures made from the natural world around. Trees, branches, grasses, leaves. Built without modern tools they were safe, comfortable durable dwellings. Within we lived in comfort and health for thousands of years as civilisation evolved.

This Greek shepherds hut could have been made thousands of years ago. Salvaged stone, unhewn tree trunks, branches, brush, rocks and simple terracotta tiles. Now so enmeshed in our comforts it could be called rustic. But is it?

How much of what we want do we need? What have we given up in our experience of life for the material wants we crave to satisfy? Are our lives any richer for our accumulations?