Kick the can


Today I played that game from many decades ago. I’ve not seen kids play it these days, at least not here in my area. It was still something popular to do in Senegal, even for adults. In my current neighborhood, which is a bit out of town and certainly not “planned”, there is, unfortunately, plenty of trash lying about. Among the trash are many cans. Now, growing up in Hawaii, there was a high incidence of recycling due to the lack of landfills and the spirit of caring for the land. Here, in Missouri, there is a mixture of thought, the manifestation of which is a voluntary system of recycling and trash service. Some neighbors burn their trash, plastics and all, some use the trash services, including throwing away any recyclables. We recycle most of our trash: composting or feeding the chickens with the natural stuff, separating the tin, aluminum (metals are 100% recyclable-absolutely nothing lost in the process, 1 can = 1 can), plastics (made from petroleum – a large part of our oil dependency, and lots of which ends up in the oceanic trash vortexes) and paper, and taking those into the rather inconveniently located recycling centers. We gather what could be treasures for the thrift stores, and share our neighbor’s trash bin (Thanks Kim!). As you can imagine, our weekly trash for this family of 5 fits in a 13-gallon trash bag. It is worth the extra effort. I have the satisfaction of knowing I have left very little pollution on this earth for my kids and grandkids to clean up. I have acted with a grateful heart for all that this world has and is in the hope that in this way many more generations will enjoy the sights and smells and tastes that I was able to experience. How do you care for the earth?

My mother is the one who introduced this way of living to me. Because this is Thanksgiving time I want to give a public appreciation to her for instilling this ethic in me. Thanks Mom, I love you!

Happy Thanksgiving!


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