earth day.

This Earth Day my be the most crucial since the first one was celebrated back in 1970.  Be a part of a local event, or head to Los Angeles for a regional gathering.  For more info go here.  For inspiration, watch the video:

 

 

 

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A Simple Train Ride

I was recently coerced into riding the train in Southern California.  The MetroLink is sort of a commuter train that runs for the outer suburbs into the center of Los Angeles connecting with Union Station and the rest of the world.  The Riverside line goes through some of the more unsavory parts of the eastern LA expanse, so it’s just as well that people become engrossed in their work and electronic devises because there is not much to see.

But if you look, you get a picture.  What you see can be a bit of a shocking view of the other reality of America.  It is an image of run down dwellings, plastic trash in heaps, rusted out old cars, and homeless encampments dotting the empty fields that we pass.  We in the United States are not used to seeing homeless colonies, so this is something novel.  And what is truly interesting about it is the way they are deployed across the landscape.  I have traveled many a mile in developing countries and seen more than enough poverty.  But that poverty is usually centralized and entails a cohesiveness; we see slums, shantitowns, gatherings of tarpaper shacks.  Here, what we see are groups of a few tents here and there largely shunned from society, far out of reach and out of sight of the nearest neighbors, isolated in the middle of empty fields and visible only to the passing train.

But the assumption seems to be that no one is looking…  at least that is the impression that I got on the train.

Except for…

I often try to put myself in the place of a tourist, and experience the United States as a tourist would.  What things matter when you are a tourist?  Are people nice and helpful?  Is the food good?  Is transportation functional, and is there a hotel or hostel nearby?  I like to see what my world would appear to be if I was passing through, forming opinions as I normally do when I travel, based upon limited experience.  And so, this train ride painted a pretty unpleasant picture.  And that’s when I overheard the conversation of a group of German tourists experiencing what I had just been engrossed in trying to imagine.  Only for them, it may have been their first, may have been their only impression.

I am captivated by the fact that we often travel to escape the banality of our own lives and to see the world, but oftentimes it seems that what we leave behind is something that we scarcely know anything about.  As a college professor, I find that experiential environmental education often involves nothing more than taking students out their back door and showing them the world they have been seeing all along.  As a parent who beleives wholeheartedly that my kids benefit most from unstructured outdoor play, I find that the world outside our doors is immensely more engrossing than television and video games, if we will only look and see.  And if we are perceptive enough, we might see that our world is drastically different from how we perceive it.

That’s a lesson that I learn from my kids every time we camp outdoors or wander through a natural landscape, and it came to light in a hard-hitting kind of way when I took that simple train ride into Los Angeles.