Absolutely Karen. At different times in our lives we can do this differently. I lived on an island without ferry service, roads, or power for many years. Until my daughter was three, often the only year-round residents. We lived off the land then and were, more often than not, desperately poor. I cut wood, hauled water, cleared land, built gardens. It was a beautiful time. Now, instead of walking down the hill to go hauling lobsters traps and building houses, I walk down the Avenida de Europa, outside Madrid, past bakeries and shops and cafes on the way to work. Past the Romanian beggars asleep in the entry ways. Past the early morning smokers outside the cervecerias. Past the joggers and half-sleeping dog walkers. Somehow we do need to figure out the balance to live our best life as you say. The best life in the widest and shared sense. I will admit to going out early before its light and hauling in the bags of grass cuttings and raking the neighbors set out on the curb. All is fair in the great game of compost.