So yesterday I walked across the street to a park near my house. It has a long, winding path which leads to a lake, more path, a little playground, and some benches and tables. On my way there, I started to realize that there was quite a bit of trash. When I went by the lake, I realized that there was trash by the place my town gets our drinking water. So when I reached the very end of the path, I turned back, went back to my house, and grabbed a Hefty bag.
And I retraced my steps all the way around the entire park and picked up every piece of trash I could find. Although I soon made a pact with myself not to go back into the thorny bushes or poison ivy (or stuff that looked like poison ivy - I wasn't taking any chances). By the end of my journey, I had a full garbage bag of trash, and my hands smelled like McDonalds strawberry milkshakes and "punch-flavored vodka."
Since I was by myself, I had nobody to talk to, and I started thinking and talking to myself. And I came to a few conclusions, one of which being that I was going to have to do this weekly, because nobody else is doing it.
But these people, the ones who throw little mini vodka bottles and half-empty beer bottles and cigarette butts into a park, are incredibly disrespectful. These are the ones who complain about everything and are greedy, always wanting more than what they have. And they ask for more when they are breaking what they have.
It's like when we were all kids. We wanted more gifts from our parents, more and more and more toys and candy, when their previous gifts are sitting in our closets, broken and collecting dust.
Our Goddess gave us these things, She made the park across from my house possible. She gave us trees and air and the beautiful lake. She's given us all this, and we cast it aside and trash it, all the while demanding more.
My point (and this applies to many other things) is that we should treasure and take care of what we have before asking for more. My point is also that I'm going to need more Hefty bags.
Oh, and one more thing. On my way home, one lady pulled her car over and asked me if I was picking up trash by myself. When I told her, "Yes ma'am, I am," she smiled and told me "that's wonderful, you're doing a great job." She was the only one to acknowledge what I was doing, and she made my day. It was a wonderful feeling just knowing that I was cleaning up my park, but it was nice to be acknowledged.