Open bag
Feb 04, 2021
While walking this morning I picked up a plastic bag I saw on the side of the road and started collecting any trash I found along the way. This was complicated a bit by holding a leash and trying to keep the dog away from the cars. There are not a lot of sidewalks in the neighborhood.
I found my mind fighting it a little.
Why do this?
Does it even matter?
Isn’t throwing it away just adding to the landfill.
Etc etc
About 20min in I realized there was a hole in the bottom of the bag.
I’m not sure how much of the trash I dropped.
The big stuff was still in there.
I tried tying the bottom, but it didn’t work for long.
And then just trying to pick up the big trash and hold it all in one hand.
By the time I got to the trash can, I could barely hold it all.
It was a relief to have a trash can along the walk.
Images from a dream last night keep flashing through my head.
I can’t see how they relate, but perhaps there is some overlap.
A woman was holding a large snake and told me she had found it on me.
I worked to carefully take it from her without getting bitten.
After I had it in my hand, it shrunk down. To the size a a large caterpillar.
It seemed to be able to grow and shrink in size and change its nature.
As I was attending to this, my young child came up wanting to be held.
I ignored her for a bit, occupied with the snake.
When I picked her up, she was covered in a rash and was hot like a fever.
I held her to me, feeling guilt and worried it looked like measles.
Maybe my mind is a bit like the open bag today.
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