Trash - The Garbage Gyre

Where there's an island of garbage - The Garbage Gyre can easily be found at my mother's home. Her
thoughts of recycling each product's packaging overwhelm my mother now, who was used to separating her
trash throughout her life in rural living situations.

The process was:
* One for the burn barrel in the backyard,
* The other for the real garbage man to take away - cans, glass, un-burnables such as plastic.

How times have not changed. However, when one considers the trash gyre (a swirling vortex caused by
wind and water that created a floating island the size of Texas in the Pacific Ocean made up of plastic), one
must consider that the human being made-up in some way of that same water and air.

I stand in my mother's kitchen watching her in the same similar reaction, that of the same circulatory
pattern-walking pattern in a swirling, torquing motion - away from the trash and into the recycle bin spin the
plastic goes.

It must be addictive, or religious, that a soul would venture the intention that this sorted trash won't end
up in the Ocean Gyre of trash. There is belief underlying all of my mom's movements to sort, wash, and
separate the metal lid from the glass that is founded in the faith in the local government. More specifically, that
when they say they are 'recycling,' they are actually hiring one hundred little fellows with hands and eyes to
part the confusion and carry on the duties of great responsibility given to them to separate the plastic, the metals
and the glass.

Sadly, the local news story making headlines today stated, 'that much of the sorted recycling was off
loaded at the general dump with all the other trash'. I never saw my mother look so sad, even with the passing
of a newborn kitten. She reflected back to her wasted efforts so easily disregarded by the city trash people. My
mom was a Gyre unto herself.