I’ve watched Nomadland at the cinema this morning.
I was captivated from the first minutes.
You get the feeling of the vast desert, how diminutive we are, how we can achieve more by banding together with like-minded people.
They had very little materially, but they helped each other, welcomed newcomers to their camps and listened to each other’s stories - all different - of how they came to be there.
It has provoked thoughts in me about how life and death can be viewed differently.
If you believe in afterlife you will believe that departed loved ones are not lost to us forever, we will meet again “just along the (metaphorical) road”.
I was enchanted.
What's going on , on the street outside your home right now?
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