Reflections on the Neighborhood Cleanup, January 19, 2020

When I was 12, I lived in a small college town in Eastern Washington, and there was a rumor about a professor who walked to and from work every day. He slung a bag across a shoulder, and carried a picker in his hand. He would pick trash up on his route (I picture a fedora hat and tweed jacket too, but I’m not sure I actually saw him).
His action was a topic of conversation among the local middle-schoolers, myself among them, with a bit of wonder and awe. How could a 12-year-old not be impressed at such a story?
I feel as though his legacy is part of what I am living when we pick up trash in our neighborhood around Blue Heron. Who knows the ripple effect of our story? Perhaps at the local middle school, 12-year-olds wonder at it; and someday they will take up bags and pickers with a group of their friends (or sit in a circle at a Zen Community) and make the world a better place to live.
Thank you for all you do, Blue Heron Zen Community, and your support in making this world a better place to live.