There's cow tipping, and maybe there's also sofa tipping...
Burning stuff isn't a great way to dispose of it either.
Caring for our environment is important. People and communities on the margins are those most affected by environmental degradation, climate change, and the like. So here's to resurrection, caring for the earth, and caring for people.
I'm passionate about justice for the marginalized and caring for creation, and so I think this arrangement is my neighborhood is an outrage. Some friends and I went litter picking today, and a passerby told us we were wasting our time. Marginalized communities experience the brunt of the negative effects of our consumption and waste. Though a small act, picking up litter is a prophetic, symbolic stance against the prevailing and abusive norm, which discards and disposes without thought for preserving or looking after the created order.
I think someone misplaced their living room. Does this happen where you live?
Here's to posting a barrage of of photos of litter. Social media is often so picturesque, but that's not real life. Certainly not in my neighborhood. So here's a nod to real life: occasional rubbish in your feed. In my mind, this series of photographs is a prophetic act of protest against mindless littering and obstruction of the land. Because Jesus is in the business of redeeming all things, even the land.
Miniature waste is still waste.
"[Our consumer culture's quest for more] can turn into an intensely lonely quest because to be at one's competitive best, one must eschew sharing and neighborliness. It is also a frustrating quest because as a consumer, one is at the mercy of products that are designed to make us quickly tired of them [the improved version has already come along]. The paradoxical result is that e are committed to a life of consumer fulfillment that keeps us perpetually unfulfilled. Meanwhile, the ecological and communal sources that feed our cravings are increasingly exhausted and degraded." - Norman Wirzba
#theweefridgeseries was originally named for the discarded fridges that proliferate my neighborhood. Of late, sofas and mattresses have seemed to be the refuse of choice. But last week, Mr Fridge appeared once again.
There's an official bulk uplift by the city council every Monday to help locals remove heavy items. But these items aren't in the bulk uplift spot, nor is it Monday. Basically, someone has seen fit to just dump this and leave it to rot till the council drives by this abandoned street and decides to do something about it. This is an injustice and most probably a signal of how far we are removed from the land and how easily we neglect our home.
I think our trash reveals something about us, our values, our culture. This here's Buckfast. Fortified wine made by monks, which also happens to be a popular drink for folks round here looking for a cheap escape from reality. Sure, Jesus turned water into wine, so it's not all bad. But somehow I think this stuff is doing this community a disservice.
A few months ago, this lovely trio potted plants appeared on a nearby street. I presume it was some random act of kindness - some local people's attempt at beautifying the area. Last week, I noticed they'd been smashed. How can we help our communities reconnect with the land and be sensitive to their impact on it?
I hope she got a new bike.
This week's furniture dump.
I'm not sure this was the best possible outcome for "out with the old, in with the new".
I'll let this photo speak for itself.
I'm into composting and all, but I'm not sure this will decompose that well.
All this would have done quite well in a charity shop.