This Is Why I Stopped Eating Meat

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This Is Why I Stopped Eating Meat

When meat-eaters read this title I suspect they immediately roll their eyes and presume a Vegan or vegetarian, leftist, tree hugger is at it again.  But I don’t see myself as any of those things.  I see myself as a middle-ground thinker who finally came to a realization.

When I began scrutinizing my eating a few years ago I had the thought to eliminate animal protein from my diet, but I didn’t know how to do so.  I continued to eat meat for a couple of years, but the entire time I had the idea of quitting locked in the back of my mind.  I came to the conclusion that animals have souls or spirits however you want to view it.  And if I were going to be truthful I didn’t feel it right to slaughter these animals as a product, which is how they are treated by the companies who are killing them.  My thought was that if I were going to eat an animal then I owed it to them to kill them myself.

Many self-sustainers kill their own meat and hold the same opinion.  I believe any person who consumes meat should be required to go to the slaughter house and watch the process.  They should be required to partake in each aspect versus just going to the store and picking up a package of ground beef.  You should have to watch the hog standing in the pin trembling with fear as its time draws to a close.

In my heart I just can’t participate in how these animals are treated and I don’t think it is responsible to allow myself to continue with such a casual attitude.

I look into the eyes of our little dog Bentley and I know he has a soul.  He displays an entire array of emotions from happiness to sadness, he feels pain and excitement.  But most notably he shows a level of love that permeates my soul and he has a personality that is like no one else I’ve met.  He has a right to live just as much as I have a right to live.  And then I think there are some societies that would eat him and this thought is beyond my comprehension.  From that realization I simply extended it to my experiences looking into the eyes of other animals and seeing them display many of the same characteristics along with demonstrating their own individual personality.  The individual personality factor drove me to the conclusion that if I were going to eat meat then I owed it to these animals to take their life myself.  And if I were not willing to do so then I would not eat them.

I will admit that it bothers me when I see all of the meat at the grocery store.  Not because I think it is wrong to eat animals, but that it is irresponsible for humans to eat animals that they are not willing to kill for themselves.  I think the Native Americans had it right when they practiced thanking the animal for their sacrifice and showing some respect to the land and the animals.

In the end treating animals like a product is morally and ethically wrong.  And in my mind there is no way around this moral dilemma.  I either kill the animal myself or I don’t eat meat.

Danny

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Inebriation news, mostly from Britain

Notes from the U.K.

British pubs are closing at the speed of a slow-moving cultural apocalypse.

If you’re rereading that sentence and looking for actual information, stop now. There’s less in it than meets the eye. We’ll get to actual information in a couple of paragraphs, but we’re still at the part of the post where I’m splattering verbiage in the hope that you’ll read on. In other words, it’s all fireworks, fancy footing, and mixed metaphors.

Not necessarily a great strategy, but a common one. Now for the information:

Since 2001, more than one in four British pubs has closed. According to the Office of National Statistics (yes, the number of pubs in the country is worthy of official notice), there were 52,500 in 2001 and 38,815 at some unspecified point in 2018.

I’m taking it on faith that that really is more than one in four.

Irrelevant photo: Primroses. This is…

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Loving life through all its ups and downs

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Loving life through all its ups and downs brings you closer and closer to true enlightenment.

Because love is what makes the universe go round. Your own universe and the wider universe. Anything can be handled with love on your side. Life is ALWAYS going to have ups and downs, that is a guarantee.

It is part of the human experience, to experience everything! One thing, that is also a guarantee…. It doesn’t have to be so hard! Truly, it doesn’t have to be so hard. If you bring love to the table, each and every time… you’ll find that life’s events, won’t throw you around so hard.

That if you come from a space of love, that love will be reflected back to you in what comes your way. Love will bring love to you. It’s not going to stop all the crap from coming to you, but it…

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Happy 1st Birthday to If I Could Tell You How It Feels

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One year ago today my second book, If I Could Tell You How It Feels was published. It has been a wonderful year of new connections, and opportunities. I have a tremendous feeling of satisfaction that my books have been a source of information, relatability, and comfort for survivors of trauma, someone living with a mental or chronic illness, a professional working within the mental health industry, or someone simply interested in learning more about the intricacies of living and thriving with PTSD.

If I could tell you how it feels was the internal mantra that I used in my early days of therapy. Even though I yearned to share with friends and family how it felt to live with a past full of abuse and neglect, I couldn’t say the words.

The painful memories and shame of my trauma were palpable. That shame kept me from exclaiming, “I’m…

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Making excuses

I agree completely!

Looking through a frosty window...

I realize that people are very happy to make excuses. I’ve always felt that making silly excuses is a sign of weakness. It’s always seemed petty to me. It’s not important why something didn’t get done or why I haven’t done it. What’s important is when I will do it or that I’ve realized my error and will take action.

I had a meeting today and the person forgot to bring a document. Instead of saying, I didn’t have time to print it or I forgot, he went on to try and explain that his printer was acting up and so on and so forth. I really didn’t care because I had a copy and more importantly, it’s not such a big deal. We are all busy and things like that can happen. The best thing to do is to apologize or simply say I missed bringing a copy of…

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Words without brakes

Susie Shy 45

It is surprising how reading a book inspires one to write. A fountain that was dried up seems to want to send out water again. A tap that ran dry seems to be waiting to be opened up and let flow. Poetry seems to be flowing out. Can there be magic in a pen and can magic transfer from one writer to another ? It would seem so.

When I post, usually I read and re-read and sometimes trash my posts because they have been written over days and the day I am ready to publish, the post does not resonate with my inner muse anymore. Time has changed my outlook on the same issue even though much time has not gone by. Even seconds can change one’s way of looking at the same thing. Writing a post for me is like capturing a moment on a photographic plate, slicing…

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Airport experiences

Susie Shy 45

I was writing my morning pages today when I thought about an experience I had coming through a major South Indian airport. My husband being an ERCP- ist had ordered radiation protection glasses to be shipped to my Indian address. The glasses arrived duly and were packed among other things in my check in baggage. Emigration and check in went on like clockwork. I was in the airport hoping to have a good shopping experience having saved some spending money during the trip. I was in the Duty Free shop when I heard my name being called the public announcement system. As is usual for me, I thought they were calling someone else until something about the name sounded familiar and it clicked in my brain that they were actually calling me. So I hurried towards the airlines counter, from where a girl accompanied me to the innards of the…

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There’s a first to everything…

Cyranny's Cove

And I can’t believe it took me this long to try this.

I watch my fair share of cooking tv shows. And one thing that always amazed me was to see people make fresh pasta from scratch for one hour challenges! I mean, it does look easy, but as much as I am confident in my cooking skills, making fresh pasta seemed totally out of my league!

And last Christmas, my parents offered me whole pasta kit. Semi professional rolling mill and all the gadgets that come with it.

So tonight, I rolled up my sleeves, and I decided to try to make spaghetti. First I had to mix and work the pasta dough. Surprisingly, it went pretty well, and after ten minutes of kneading, I left my dough to sit for half an hour…

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I know I am biased, but I think it looks pretty dang good!

I then…

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