Every day I go out for a 1-hour walk that takes me through some streets in the neighbourhood, around the border of a soccer field, along a set of railroad tracks, and across the tracks to a park with a hill. Along the way I pass a lot of garbage thrown
on the ground, and it occurred to me one day that I could just pick up a bit of the garbage each time I went out, and drop it in the garbage cans enroute.
What's interesting is how I feel when I'm doing this, which is based simply on my
current level of consciousness and whatever crazy thoughts that pop into my head each moment.