Recycling Togetherness

Our last full day together for another month, and my husband and I spend the morning putting a gargage-full of recycling into our old van and delivering it to the recycling bins at the college where I work. He's got the flu, so I tell him to stay in the car, and I step out in the sun to sort the trash into the bins. The light feels wonderful. So does our clean garage. But to avoid frustration, knowing that the trash will continue to flow through our house, I think of recycling as riding the waves. We take things in, and they flow out. Our lives flow on--in endless song . . .