Changing the Story of Plastic As I sit upstairs looking out towards Mount Agung, the bubbling creek cascading into a pool of lilies, I can easily forget the rest of the world. Coconut trees wave in the breeze, the hen chuckles, and the white clouds are covered by thicker clouds tinged with grey and rain.                         Oh, yes, there are still sounds of modernization, the motor bike, maybe a chainsaw in the distant back ground, but predominantly the water cascading, the… Read More