rivers are such a beautiful thing. it is where we came from; water is the origin of life. over the millions of years we have moved from the water to the land, then to caves, huts and cities. so today when you look out of your insulated glass window, you would consider yourself lucky or privileged to be able to see the "old water".
i've visited many waters and made even more connections with them, from spitting in the ocean to skiing on the local reservoir. i've also always been fascinated with diving but never gone further than skin diving. it is a beautiful world, but one with limited access for us land-folk - we only get to visit for a little while. but we do get to look in through the window that joins us - the surface of the nearest body of water, the local stream or ocean, lake or river.
so it hurt me very much to see my river - the one that runs by the house where i grew up, the one that i bike along whenever i get the chance - and how much "post consumer" material was present (i don't remember seeing fish drinking coke from PET bottles). this is at a moment when pollution in the city is so high that i just needed a breather, literally, but that was in vain. the river banks couldn't save me, nor could the forest that has been my sanctuary for the past 15 years. the stench of the city is spreading, and for the past two weeks there has been no wind. we are suffocating in the excrement of our 21st century lifestyle.
i've decided to make the next step: passive non-littering has never been enough, but it was a start. now it's time for some basic recycling. just another chapter in the saga of the small steps that i will always believe change the world.
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