I’ve embraced a slow paced life of late. I want to call it slow living but whenever I read about slow living it usually mentions minimalism, de-cluttering and living with less as being part of ‘the movement’. The thing is I like cosy clutter, possessions, bits and bobs that tie me to the past, the I have formed attachments to and giving those things up just doesn’t feel right. But buying more locally, walking instead of driving, preparing meals from scratch, slowly and with love and such things do feel right. For me the true meaning of slow living is the pace of life, doing things with thought and consideration and not how minimally I can live.