Updated 13 September 2022 – Original post 6 December 2019
Why do I sometimes pick up rubbish that isn’t mine?
It is an ode to being. A small expression of gratitude.
To the planet, for the planet.
For and to the men, women and animals who have sacrificed so that I may have the privilege.
Privilege to choose.
Privilege to feel.
Privilege to find.
Privilege to do things for nothing.
I pick up rubbish that isn’t mine because I am thankful for what I have, for where I am, and everything that it took to get me here. Whether I participated actively or not.
I am thankful for the nature that contours me, and to those that have created, for better and for worse, the world that we live in.
I am thankful and grateful for the energy coming forth that is in perfect harmony with it all.
I want to see change, so I am part of it, for better or for worse.
I pick up rubbish that isn’t mine because I am part of it all, and it is all a part of me, for better or for worse.
This planet, this nature, this humanity, this reality is as much a part of you too, so what are you going to do?
What is your small magnitude act of gratitude?
How are you showing love for everything that comes before, after and to you?
If you think we could all contribute to making our natural spaces more harmonious, check out the book I wrote with Edmund Platt - L'Escargot Anglais - The Englishman Who Wanted to Clean France