Sunday, October 23, 2016

Mixed feelings ...

Loving being vegan for my soul feels free, no longer stepping on those lives I crushed with my imbibing.  Now I'd like to live in a place where others feel the same. It's tough to see animal flesh raw and encased on a bench, smoking on a barbecue and being chopped into pieces before being chewed on. It's sad for me because I trace that piece of meat back to a poor dear little soul who was killed prematurely.

Not that I am holier than though though I did still use the bees wax insect repellent rather than get bitten by sand flies. Next time I shall take a vegan one.