My home is a physical expression of my soul, a private place where I choose the things that matter most to me. Beyond the walls that contain my space, I have little control over what happens in the word or what is of consequence. It is the reason why home is where my heart truly lies. The routine act of placing a key in the lock of my front door is a small?and yet significant?moment. Unlocking the door, I remove my shoes before crossing the threshold. Then turning, I close the door, engage the lock and breathe.Front door. Photo by Martins Zemlickis on Unsplash.We often lose sight of simple pleasures and acts. Walking barefoot on hard wood floors, savouring the aroma of coffee as it brews, enjoying the gentle caress of a soft woollen throw, or flicking through the pages of a real paper book. In many ways, we have lost our connection with things. As clever and efficient as they are, smartphones have robbed us of meaningful conversations, and replaced books, newspapers, cameras, diaries, alarm clocks, stereos . . . the list is long.Brewing coffee. Photo by Tyler Nix on Unsplash.And still, with a certain degree of hope and satisfaction, a desire for better, and more than an air of nostalgia, we see a growing fightback in the world of analogue v digital. Sales of paperback books and vinyl records, for example, are on the up and up. These physical things are important, augmenting the essence of that place we call home.Books. Photo by Thomas William on Unsplash.Woollen throw. ...