Veg Box Life is...
The Good Life!

Then one day, at age 28, a man comes along. He’d be considered overweight if his towering height didn’t hide most of it, covered in tattoos, his head shaved, grey stubble on his face, and deep lines that each have their own story. We strike up a conversation over dinner at a mine camp. He starts to explain who he is, his voice deeper but wiser than Vin Diesel. “I am the new HR manager,” he reveals without much expression. “How is your project going?” he asks without much interest. I'm not sure who he met that day or what I said in return, it seems so long ago, but it was the beginning of a friendship. He gave me a journal and told me to write in it. At first I laughed and told him only my sisters kept a diary. He didn't laugh or respond in any way, he just sat there completely unamused and stared straight through me. After a humiliated silence, I asked him what to write about and he replied, “Sorry, can’t give you any directions on that, it's your book, your life.” “But what if nothing comes to me?” I impatiently retorted. “Eventually something will come,” he said, with eyebrows lifting, showing the first sign of emotion. For weeks I looked at blank pages...

Since leaving the city for farming, I’ve mostly shared the outer journey — the visible changes, the easy stories fit for newsletters and social media. Only fragments of the inner journey have slipped through. The truth is, the outer journey is only the tip of the iceberg piercing the ocean’s skin. Beneath lies the real odyssey: a wilderness, a labyrinth, where world-swallowing fear and boundless love wait side by side. It begins like this: a boy grows up without asking much. Life is a stream of small pleasures, never looking back, following appetite and impulse. One day he looks up and finds himself a man in his mid-twenties, finally in a position that lets him breathe. He’s rubbing shoulders with someone who teaches him to journal. He reads books for the first time and, like Alice, falls down a rabbit hole. When he surfaces, the world he returns to has shifted. He no longer belongs to it. He peers down on his conversations as though they belonged to someone else, a play performed below his balcony. For the first time, he catches sight of himself and voices that timeless question.

This week I wanted to share with you some important information that often gets overlooked in the age old argument between Organic vs Non-Organic. I often tell people that Organic is so much more than just being chemical free, that part is really just the tip of the iceberg. Science is unveiling incredible findings for our health when they start to compare food grown in healthy rich soil vs food grown mostly with fertilisers. When people hear “organic,” they often think of food that’s cleaner—grown without pesticides, antibiotics, or synthetic fertilisers. And that’s true. But there’s another layer that doesn’t always get talked about: the actual nutrient and compound profile inside the food itself.