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Dairy and Milk

Earlier today I read an article about the dairy industry.  You can read it here:  Free From Harm: 10 Dairy Facts.  A lot of this information I knew already, but some was new to me and was certainly the kick in the pants I needed.

Dairy is such a cruel industry and makes no sense. As the saying goes, cow’s milk is for baby cows. Humans are the only animals who continue to drink milk as adults, and from another species yet. It’s pretty crazy, but we have been convinced by a billion dollar industry that milk is the perfect food for everyone. So far from the truth unless you’re a baby drinking mother’s milk. I never drink milk, I hate it, always have. It creates a lot of mucus in the body, which leads to infections, and I already suffer with a lot of nasal allergies and ear problems. I have some unpleasant memories of having to drink milk as a kid at school and at my grandmother’s house on the farm. At her house, though, if I was lucky enough to say no to milk before it was poured, I got homemade grape juice, but if the milk was poured already, I was expected to drink it, and this was fresh milk from their cows.  I would literally hold my nose and drink the whole glassful down in one long gulp.  I do admit I’ve been guilty of eating cheese, ice cream. I love ice cream as long as I don’t think about what I’m eating, and I love pizza, but there are lots of good nondairy options here now, and I have no more excuses. Besides, I adore a good almond milk/peanut butter/banana smoothie anyway. And many of us have given up veal years ago, which I never liked so I didn’t actually eat it to start with, but because it’s the other side of the cruel dairy industry, the babies. I no longer want to contribute to a business based on forcing cows to be pregnant all the time, then taking away their babies. Mother cows cry and mourn for their babies when they are taken away like human mothers would do. Then when they’re old and worn out, the mothers become hamburger. I’ve known a lot of this for awhile and have abstained from dairy intermittently, but then slowly compartmentalizing the cruel facts in some hidden part of my brain, that cognitive dissonance thing, away from the pleasurable taste and texture, I went back to my terrible habits, oblivious to my contributions to animal cruelty. I’m not proud of it and I can’t do it any more. It’s killing me inside. Reading articles like this one and facing the facts is uncomfortable, I know, but for me things must change. I must change.  It’s good for animals and it’s good for the planet and it’s good for me.


Copyright (c) 2017 by Raindrop Ridge Press

Inauguration Day

Today, a man is being inaugurated in my country who many feel, myself included, is not qualified to be our president, who is not the best or even a good choice, and who is selecting other people to serve with him who don’t have the interests of all the people or other animals or the planet at heart.  We worry that the constitution is being trampled upon, as well as our wilderness lands, that people we may not even know but are our neighbors nonetheless may suffer, if not we ourselves.  It’s a sad day and yes, I feel a little depressed about it.  Will I watch any of it on TV?  Yes, at least some of it because it’s part of our history now, and I want to be a witness to what can happen when about half of our citizens who vote supported a candidate who ran on hate and fear instead of inclusion and diversity.  I want to be informed, and sometimes that means looking at something that’s uncomfortable.

But at the same time, I feel hopeful, too, because I know there are many people who are fighting for me and for all people, for animals, for the earth itself.  I will keep doing what I do.  Support and love my family, my pets, the rights of all animals.  Fight and stand up against injustice, racism, homophobia, religious bias, nationalism, speciesism, limiting voting rights, hurting the poor, discrimination of all sorts based on color, gender, sexual orientation, religious beliefs, income level, education, ethnicity, and more.  I may disagree with you, but I’ll stand up for your civil and human rights, not just yours, but everyone’s.  I can’t bury my head in the sand or burrow in my covers for four years and hope things change.  I have to do what I do and speak up, write, make calls, and I will, peacefully resisting.  I also hope, though don’t necessarily expect, that our new president will pleasantly surprise me in some way when campaign rhetoric gives way to real-life governing, though there has been no real evidence that will be forthcoming.

I just came in from outside, doing chores, and the sun is shining, there is a mix of gray and white clouds and lots of blue sky.  I was playing “I Want To Know What Love Is” by Foreigner full blast.  It’s a warm day for January, almost has a spring-like feel, and for today, that’s a good thing because spring is about growth and new life and hope, and a lot of us need a good dose of hope today.  I’m a part of all this, of nature, of life itself, and no man or woman, no president, no committee, no tearing down anything that people worked hard to build up and will eventually have to be rebuilt by others, can ever take that away from me.  I can never be separate from what I call my God.  It’s home and it’s also healing.  That’s something to be grateful for and to be inspired by.  This afternoon, tonight, tomorrow, and in the days and weeks and months and years to come, life goes on, and I’ll do what I do.  And this afternoon when I’m babysitting my little granddaughter, I’ll give her an extra special hug and see in her our future, our sweet children who don’t know anything about defining and dividing us because of skin color or religion or politics or other such things, and who also love to run and play outdoors in nature.  Let’s learn a little something from the children in our lives while we’re at it and embrace them instead of trying to change them and make them grow out of it.  All our lives and the life of the very planet we call home depend on it.


copyright (c) 2017 by Raindrop Ridge Press