It was a chicken. The first warm-blooded life I had taken directly.
It wasn’t for fun (and it certainly wasn’t fun). It was for nourishment…and for a much-needed education. As much as we would like to forget, and have been allowed to forget, via the modern industrialized food chain, we are all bound to nature as participants in the eternal cycle of life and death. We all have the blood of animals on our hands. Vegetarians and vegans not excepted.
So for the first time in my life,
I took personal responsibility for taking a life,
an act necessary for the continuation of our own life. Continue reading



