Another pencil line on the door-frame, accompanied by proud smiles: my children are growing. Outside, the curly hazel tree I planted two years ago is reaching its spiralling fronds out further; it offered us a few hazelnuts for the first time this autumn.
Life is growth.
Yet we humans have taken that wonderful impulse that leads to change, creation and progress, and built our own prison. A world where advancement means faster, harder, higher, further; more, more, more! Growth, not of our souls and gardens, but of our houses, bank balances and cars.
Degrowth is an approach, originating ...
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