“We are part of the earth and the earth is part of us.” Chief Sealth
Chief Sealth (whom Seattle is named after) had a love for his land and his people. He was also a beautiful wordsmith who spoke of whispering winds and midday rains washing away the blood of his ancestors. Too many times we take for granted what is given to us and our cynical nature bubbles to the surface like the trash we collect.
The day started with dreams and aspirations of the ultimate in recycling…Garage Sales! Ben’s list consists of pruning shears and assorted garden tools. I’m always on the lookout for $.25 paperbacks and kitchen items. We struck out finding anything we needed at the garage sales but kept our eyes on the lookout for an exceptionally trash-y looking area. We didn’t have to go very far when we spotted a particularly dirty area coincidentally behind Chief Sealth High School. We found lots of candy wrappers, Styrofoam lunch containers and plastic juice bottles (nearly everything recyclable).
I crossed the street and started filling my bucket quickly, having to stop frequently with the constant cars passing me trying to get into a long driveway. I squeezed my hand through the diamond shaped fence to pick up various bottles and saw people staring at me not too nicely. I realized I was probably trespassing and returned to the road where I belonged. Then I noticed the giant cross on the front of the building. I was picking up trash on the sidewalk and road in front of a giant church.