Have you ever noticed the earth doesn't have a point of view?
I've been obsessed with trash ever since I can remember. Years ago when I lived at Copper Mountain there was a favorite exit off I-70 that I used to love to take my mutts to for a quick jaunt. There was a mountain lake, trees - and it was at 9,000 feet or so - beautiful. I loved it, and I noticed the trash folks would leave as they pulled over along their journey.
It didn't make me angry. It was more like - Wow, this place is an exit off a major highway AND it is AMAZING.
Filled with life, beauty, solace - a habitat for wildlife - a trash can? or a stunning energetic reprieve to pull over and be re-nourished by the Earth.
What usually happens is I just begin - I find a bag and start picking it up. One bag becomes two bags, two bags becomes three bags and then it becomes - okay. Let's come back and see how much I can pick up over a series of days. I'll never forget that choice. Maybe because it felt so generative to contribute to the Earth in that way.
I knew it wouldn't last, and it didn't, but that didn't matter as much.
To this day I almost always carry a bag of some sort - to contribute to the Earth. My doggie poop bag plays many roles. What I have come to know so deeply is the Earth doesn't have a point of view about who threw the trash or who might pick it up. She is contributing to us all she can - moving and shaking to adapt to what it is we choose and that could mean an earthquake or a flood is required. Sort of like when something is going haywire in our own body.
Earth Day has come and gone but she is still doing her thing. When your gifted with something as special as the earth what if every day is Earth Day?
What I've come to know in my own life is I can hear the same message fifty times yet on the fifty-first a switch might flip and a new awareness is born.