Two essential questions
In an unexpected plot twist of 2020, the extended family has evolved group text ‘trash talk’ to actual ‘trash walks’ (#GalenLitterGoals). While there is satisfaction in the act of cleaning up the trails, parks, and beaches, and certainly a sense of meaning in being part of a wonderful global movement initiated by the kind-hearted Burgess Family (#Just1Bag2020), I continue to return to the same two questions every time I pick up the same litter of empty beer bottles, pill bottles, and sugary drink bottles:
How can we mend our relationship to the land; what if we remembered how we are not only interconnected with nature, but we are nature? When we get this, the idea of littering would be self-destructive, absurd, abhorrent.
How can we heal the broken relationship we have with ourselves and with each other? When we get this, when we really really get this, do we stop reaching for escape and numbing in the form of these various bottles the first place?
And are the above in fact the same question?
I wonder. I hope. And i do what i can.
p.s. Go Unc Frog!
