I put my tin can into the recycling. It is pretty small in that big bin. I refuse to use chemicals on the lawn and in the garden and I watch my neighbors haul 50 lb bags of the stuff out of their cars. I guard the creek by our home from the destruction wrought by kids who want to climb trees and pull out eggs and baby birds, who want to make turtles into pets, knowing that since we are at the bottom of the street and the storm drain runs into our creek we are killing the wildlife with all the chemicals anyway.
And today my soul is weeping over the oil spill in the gulf. Weeping. It is seeping out through my pours. Can we not weep over the loss of nature? The pain and destruction of eco-systems? The destruction of wildlife who have no idea why their ways are not working ...why they cannot fly, cannot fish, cannot breed?
My efforts seem a waste. The only reason I can think of to continue is because this is the way to peace for my own soul. It seems to have precious little real impact on anything else.