Today, I took my first early spring walk on a favorite country road. As I often do, I brought a large plastic grocery bag to pick up litter. Well, I got only 125 feet from where I'd parked the car before I filled that bag to overflowing. I think I know something about the folks who trash our roadsides, from the brand and type of beer, soft drink and hard liquor they throw out.
My question is this: What happens to a person to cause him or her to feel justified in throwing things out on the land that can't possibly biodegrade? I have an idea. The sense I make is that this shows an unconscious anger at our own mother, for the Earth is the big mother. It's so easy just to roll down the window and hurl something on the land. It makes me wonder whether such folks didn't get their basic physical and emotional needs met at the start of life. Where does disrespect and cruelty begin?
Does anyone have a better idea? I ended up turning around with my chock-full bag and walking the few feet back to the car, trying to focus on what I personally feel grateful for about this gorgeous Earth and sky, sun and clouds and stars.
Meanwhile, I wonder what it's going to take for the majority of us to realize that no president or other elected or appointed officials can possible turn this country around unless we, those who call this place home, start taking better care of each other and this Earth, because together we will rise or fall.
Suzanne Arms, Durango