For the first time in my moneyless experiment I’ve been on a trip to places where there wasn’t the comfort of old friends at the other end. This time lots of new friendships were formed. Camaraderie and kindness was shown by a plethora of amiable and delightful people. I am now safely ensconced back home processing […]Read more "trippin’"
My new outhouse is built with old things and I love it. There’s the old pallets for walls – washed up in the floods and painted with old paint a friend no longer needed. There’s the old sheets of corrugated iron for a roof from a guy who wanted it gone from his place. There’s […]Read more "outhouse"
Me and my little blue wagon are parked up at my lovely friend, Kim’s, farm now. The big flood forced a relocation – from Martyn’s to Kim’s, just around the corner. To keep the farmgirl in me happy, I will call Kim’s ‘farm’ a farm even though it’s a medium sized town block in Lismore. […]Read more "little blue wagon"
People often ask: “What is the hardest thing about living without money? “What did you give up to do this”? I usually give a fairly benign answer like “I hate handwashing” or “I miss hot running water”. I have not, to date, been completely honest about what I really gave up and what I miss […]Read more "sacrifices"
I spoke a few days ago at a local sustainability festival. The topic of the Ethical Economics panel I was part of was ‘ Can Capitalism ever be beautiful?’ When our moderator, Tom, directed a question about ‘abundance’ to me I answered with this: “I’m not sure about the term ‘abundance’ when referring to the […]Read more "smoke and mirrors"
The world I inhabit has come to the fore. In the last three weeks, my hometown of Lismore has seen a massive surge in localised sharing and caring, collaborating and giving – most of it moneyless. Some horrendous flooding caught a lot of people off guard and damaged homes and businesses, leaving many locals in […]Read more "our true nature"
The thought of embarking on a moneyless life initially filled me with anxiety about food supplies. Now, after two years, I am feeling very relaxed. In fact, I find myself basking in the abundance of food around me. Born lucky (or privileged), in a comfortable middle-class white family in a safe Western country, I have […]Read more "abundance"