Showing posts with label philosophy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label philosophy. Show all posts

14 September 2013

Food Karma: Hunting

I'd like to begin by saying that I eat a mostly vegetarian diet.  Pretty close to vegan with the exception of eggs locally raised with love by a friend and the occasional bottle or jar of kefir.  Okay, I love Middle Eastern yogurt (think Greek yogurt... but better).  I love cheese, but am horribly allergic to lactose so there goes that temptation (most of the time).  99% of the time I wouldn't touch it with a ten foot pole.  Or any other pole. Or any other Pole.

Anyway.  Back to the subject of eating animals which is what I meant to talk about in the first place.  As a very Buddhist leaning Agnostic, I do overall believe in not harming other living beings or contributing to their suffering.

I especially do not eat factory farmed animals who have endured lives of great suffering (regardless of what the FDA or USDA finds acceptable), which means you won't catch me buying meat, poultry, eggs, or dairy from my local supermarket.  I am not against the consumption of meat as food but I am completely against playing a part in a practice that I find inhumane to the point of barbarism.  By giving those companies my money I would not only be condoning their practices, but playing a vital role in ensuring these unethical practices continue.

I cannot count the number of people I've spoken to about food and their diets only to be told, "well if I knew where it came from, I couldn't eat it."  That should tell you something right there.

Which brings me to a rather contentious point.  A friend of mine who is a Buddhist sometimes eats meat.  While he is respectful of the animal that gave it's life, which is in a likelihood feedlot beef, he was completely appalled and absolutely livid that I am considering learning to hunt.

Deliberately killing another living creature does incur bad karma.  Killing is bad; we all basically know that right?  But how does eating the meat of an animal that spent most it's life in unsanitary, cramped, and inhumane conditions bestow less negative karma simply because you didn't personally commit the act of slaughter?  Is there a karmic loophole I am not aware of?  Someone else gets the full burden of bad karma from taking an animal's life and you get to enjoy cheeseburger while enjoying a lesser karmic weight?  I find this completely unethical and dishonest to the point of hypocrisy.  You're actively participating in perpetuating the suffering of living creatures.  How does this have less karmic impact?  I don't believe it does.  It has more because you've made the deliberate decision to participate in the continuation of a cycle of cruelty.

Moving onto the topic of hunting, how does eating conventionally grown meat or poultry incur less karmic debt or guilt than killing a wild animal quickly and humanely, respecting the animal that gave it's life, the life that you took, and then feeding your family and friends?  At least you own that karma instead of hiding behind plastic packaged hunks of skinned, de-boned barely recognizable flesh.

Is it because the former removes you from the nitty gritty far enough that you can stomach the food products you consume?  Food that would probably turn you into a vegan if slaughter houses had glass walls?

I'm not going to lie; wild animals don't live in an idyllic paradise any more than the milk you drink or butter you eat comes from cows that graze in the technicolor pastures next to Old McDonald's freshly painted red barn.  The difference is that wild animals have the chance to participate in nature and are a part of the natural world; domestic animals raised in factory like farms called CAFOs (Concentrated Animal Feeding Operations) have zero chance of living anything resembling a normal, natural or humane life.  They are little more than commodities processed through streamlined, industrial systems.

If you're okay voting for those practices with your hard earned money that choice is yours to make.  We all have that choice.  I choose not to.

Returning to hunting, I grew up in Michigan where hunting has always had a sense of normalcy to me even though I went through a very vocal anti-hunting phase and then became vegetarian for a couple years when I was in middle school.  In hindsight my heart and ethics were in the right place, but if I'd more educated I would have railed against CAFOs and commercial fishing practices.

The anti-hunting beliefs I held when I was younger was the direct result of one particular incident involving poachers on our land.  I was with my grandmother, driving back to her house which is set far back from the road.  A doe was dragging herself across the field because her back end was paralyzed.  She was in agony.  The two hunters were standing next to the tailgate of their pickup truck drinking coffee and chatting nonchalantly.  I couldn't have been more then ten years old.  I was out of the car, yelling at them (I have no recollection of what I said) before my grandmother could lock the door.  I mean, they were clearly assholes, were trespassing, and had guns.  I did return to the car at my grandmother's frantic request... as we drove away I heard a gunshot and hoped they finally put that poor doe out of her horrific suffering.

I would like to be clear that I don't approve of hunting for mere sport or a trophy to hang over the mantelpiece.  And that solitary incident left me with an extremely negative opinion of hunters in general (no one in my family was more than a casual, sometimes weekend hunter).

One of the many benefits of starting an upland bird hunting dog rescue is that while I've met some of the most heartless and inhumane people imaginable I have also had the incredible pleasure of meeting so many hunters who have such overwhelming compassion and respect for their dogs, the environment, conservation, and the game they pursue.

As someone who has a lifelong love of food and deeply held ethics about where my food comes from, hunting seems like an inevitable marriage between my philosophy and inherent pragmatism.

While I cannot give certain dear friends of mine enough credit that is their due for continually inspiring me (and sometimes picking on me), there is one book in particular that I have read and reread which sparked my gradually increasing leaning toward learning to hunt and source my own food.  How far do you have to lean before you tip over?  Hmm.

 The book I am alluding to is "Girl Hunter" by chef Georgia Pellegrini. I only read a chapter at a time (and this is my second read-through), to let the humour, wisdom, and determined spirit of adventure steep into my mind.  Not to mention the recipes, which are worth buying the book for on their own merit.

I could not recommend this book more highly to anyone who hunts, is considering hunting, loves food, loves cooking, cares about eating locally, or who doesn't hold a good opinion of hunting at all.  There is something to entertain and educate everyone.  Plus it's available in multiple formats!  Hardcover, paperback, audio book, Kindle edition, etc.


For more cooking, hunting, gathering, and old timey skills check out Georgia's blog.  You can also find the link to her blog on the right sidebar under ~ Food Blogs ~.


31 August 2013

Sunsets and Sunrises

Sometimes you glide so slowly from one chapter of your life into the next that you barely notice you've turned a page until the plot suddenly feels unfamiliar.

Other times the door slams.  So you shrug, slide the deadbolt, turn your back and then walk off into the sunset like the end of a spaghetti western.

After experiencing the former over the course of the past two or three years to the point that I barely recognize myself (which has its pros and cons), the latter came out of nowhere recently.  I do understand how difficult I am to care about, especially when I unexpectedly isolate people.  Sometimes it is out of depression; sometimes it's because my moods are cycling for weeks and I don't want other people to have to deal with that; sometimes I just want to be alone because I'm feeling good, doing well, like where I am at the moment, and feel like being around others will get me off-track.  But it's never personal and doesn't mean I don't care, although I can see why other people may take it that way when I don't communicate. 

At this point, it is what it is and I've already swiftly moved on because that's what I do.  This blew up?  Doesn't seem fixable?  Okay, what's next?

In other news I've been tiptoeing on the line between identifying myself as a Buddhist or a Buddhist leaning Agnostic.  That is an entirely different post for another day (which I will hopefully write in the few days if I can keep my writing momentum going).  Suffice to say that I've slipped pretty firmly back into Agnostic territory.  Partially because my views regarding food, specifically the karma of hunting animals for food and the act of eating animals in a more general sense.  This has been a source of conflict in my mind and heart for years now.  My views on the ethics, sustainability, and humane (or inhumane) nature of food sources haven't changed as much as sorted themselves out into a cohesive set of principles.  Perhaps this is a peripheral effect of sorting my brain out in the broader scheme of things.

On the topic of brains, mine has been doing pretty well even during the recent personal upheaval.  My Lamictal dosage was recently increased from 200mg to 300mg and although I am only on Day Seven of the transition I am already noticing a significant difference even with the accompanying side effects.  This is par for the course and most vanish or decrease within a week or so.  Now that it's been a week my constant fatigue is becoming sporadic, my energy is increasing, and my ability to focus has improved quite a bit. 

Another new development in the realm of mental health is that I've found an AMAZING online Bipolar Disorder support group which I am so extremely grateful for.  Being understood is important to everyone, but even more so for people who have Bipolar Disorder.  Unless you have experienced what this illness feels like firsthand there is really no way to understand completely what we go through no matter how much you read, research, try to understand and try to show compassion.  Believe me, we ALL appreciate when those around us do what they can to support us and really try.  I know that isn't remotely easy and most of the time there really isn't much you can do.  Finding a group of people where you have the safety to speak openly, vent, and express yourself without fear of judgment is without parallel.  The therapeutic benefit is enormous.

The title of one of my all-time favourite novels seems an appropriate phrase to conclude this post:
The Sun Also Rises




06 May 2013

A Poem - Desiderata, By Max Ehrmann


    Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
    and remember what peace there may be in silence.
    As far as possible without surrender
    be on good terms with all persons.
    Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
    and listen to others,
    even the dull and the ignorant;
    they too have their story.
    Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
    they are vexations to the spirit.
    If you compare yourself with others,
    you may become vain and bitter;
    for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
    Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
    Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
    it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
    Exercise caution in your business affairs;
    for the world is full of trickery.
    But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
    many persons strive for high ideals;
    and everywhere life is full of heroism.
    Be yourself.
    Especially, do not feign affection.
    Neither be cynical about love;
    for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
    it is as perennial as the grass.
    Take kindly the counsel of the years,
    gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
    Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
    But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
    Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
    Beyond a wholesome discipline,
    be gentle with yourself.
    You are a child of the universe,
    no less than the trees and the stars;
    you have a right to be here.
    And whether or not it is clear to you,
    no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
    Therefore be at peace with God,
    whatever you conceive Him to be,
    and whatever your labors and aspirations,
    in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
    With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
    it is still a beautiful world.
    Be cheerful.
    Strive to be happy.

    Max Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952.

22 February 2013

My Ongoing Food Conundrum

Anyone who knows me has probably noticed the ongoing struggle that I have with my diet and food in general.  I don't mean the eating junk food vs. eating healthy battle, but a more complex set of intertwined dilemmas what I am eating, where it is coming from, how much fossil fuel was used to get that food to me, how much am I spending on produce (probably 75% of my grocery purchases), can I sometimes eat meat and feel okay about that or not, and a lot of that comes down to "which is worse, item A or item B."  Ethics, compassion, environmental awareness, and my persistent desire to want to try every type of ingredient in the world.  Which is unfortunately obstructed my ethical beliefs and continually evolving relationship I have with what I want to eat, what I choose to eat, and what I sometimes secretly eat and feel like a horrible hypocrite about eating.  (Please to ask me to elaborate about that at this time... because I won't.  That's a different topic for another day.)

Another issue is how I choose to identify myself based upon my dietary choices.  Currently my self designated label is: ethical omnivore who eats mostly vegan.

Why?  Well, my philosophical beliefs combined with what I will admit is a slight lean towards selfish, hedonistic enjoyment of food determines "what I would eat, if everyone I would eat was available to me."  Example:  Eating humanely hunted wild game is more ethically sound than eating CAFO beef or factory farmed chicken.  The amount of suffering the animal endures in it's lifetime is the determining factor for me.  However, I have little to no access to obtaining wild game so I pretty much stick to beans, nuts, whole grains, etc. as protein sources.

Here are a few photos of meals I've prepared over the last week.  I'm a bit disappointed that I forgot to photograph the beet, caramelized onion & kale vegan quesadillas I made because they were out of this world amazing.  Next time!

Broccoli, onion, & sriracha vegan quesadillas (make with pepperjack Daiya "cheese").

 Vegan root veggies & wilted kale with Organic Seeduction bread from Whole Foods.
(Topped with sriracha and nutritional yeast, which is my mostly discovered food love.)


 Two muchrooms, two tomatoes, & a quarter green bell pepper quickly sauteed with a dash of olive oil, drizzle of balsamic, and sriracha.
Topped with raw sunflower seeds, nutritional yeast and a handful of bruised Italian parsley.
(Would have been better with added white beans, but alas my pantry is lacking.)


01 January 2013

2012 In Retrospect

The 365 days which make one year don't seen sufficient to hold the enormity of change and personal progression that occurred during 2012.

My dog rescue saved 41 dogs since November 2011.  I moved from a second floor studio apartment to a studio in a duplex to the adorable little one bedroom casita (sort of like a cottage) with a yard that I live in now.

I got a "regular" full-time job, then got laid off because the company is run by a bunch of 25-year-olds with no business acumen.

Lola Lulu turned 2 in January and Gatsby turned 7 in August.

I rescued Jack Lemon on May 29th.  He died of cancer on October 17th.  From him began my new-found and surely lifelong love of English pointers (especially the lemon and white Elhew ones).

A lot of other things happened that already seem firmly in the past.  I finally sought professional treatment for my bipolar disorder and am doing really well on medication.  I have even been dealing with the post-losing-my-job-right-before-the-holidays depression fairly well.  I also wrote about my illness publicly for the first time ever and feel a lot more comfortable about it in general.  I started biking, running, and moderating my caffeine and alcohol intake.

But some of the most meaningful the things I will take with me from 2012 are not even things that I experienced myself.  They are all events experienced by friends of mine in that last week or two and I think they reveal that which is real and true about people and life far more than the my personal triumphs and hardships.  I may not get all the details just right, but I don't think that will impair the message.

A very good friend of mine is a prosecutor and had to work on Christmas Eve, which she was not at all happy about.  It was nearing the end of the day and the last case she had was an older man who had been charged with theft.  For stealing two hot dogs from a convenience store because he was hungry.  He was quiet and clearly very embarrassed.  The police report stated that he broke down in tears when talking with the officers and explaining his circumstances.  And here he was, on Christmas Eve, waiting for what would likely be punishment for his "crime."  Instead, she dismissed the case, hugged him, said "God bless" and wished him a Merry Christmas.

Another friend was at an arcade with her children and noticed a young boy by himself who seemed to be enjoying watching them and others play the various games/video games.  He didn't take a turn at the games himself and didn't ask anyone for money.  When they were ready to leave, she put money into the machine and told him, "it's all yours."

Outside of a convenience store another friend saw a college aged man sitting on the sidewalk in shorts and flip flops.  In the middle of December!  When she asked if he was alright, he told her he'd been evicted from his apartment and while he had friends who would let him shower or stop by to eat or sleep on occasion, he didn't have anywhere to go.  He asked for some money because he hadn't eaten that day.  Instead, she took him inside and bought him lunch.  Guess what he wanted?  Two hot dogs.

If there is a moral to these stories it is probably something along the lines of how a small kindness when given is a large kindness when received.

05 November 2012

Life Lessons From the Desert

#1 - When you have multiple dogs (and a yard that is devoid of grass or any plant life) a post-monsoon muddy yard (complete with muddy paw prints through out the house) are MUCH more preferable than the ever-present dust which seems to coat everything immediately after sweeping, mopping, dusting, and otherwise cleaning.  In summary: my yard is a dust bowl.  :(

#2 - If you have dry skin expect to use twice as much facial moisturizer and body lotion.

#3 - You might think that someone will seasonal plant-related allergies would find life in a desert less histamine inducing.  You would be very, very wrong.

#4 - The daytime high temperatures and the nighttime low temperatures can easily (and often are) be 40 degrees apart.  Shivering and bundled up in blankets with dogs as space heaters at midnight?  Check.  Tank tops, flip flops, and sweating after walking two blocks at midday?  Check.

#5 - Living in the city and seeing coyotes on a regular basis are not mutually exclusive.  Thankfully my dogs are larger than coyotes and seem pretty battle-ready if need be (although I sincerely hope that never happens).


28 January 2012

On Suffering and Selfishness

It used to really irritate me when I would be talking with a close friend of mine, unburdening my troubles and describing my stressors in agonizing detail, would listen and then respond with "well, so is everyone" or "so does everyone."  As if my pain and my frustrations were not unique and full of special significance!  Can you believe that?!

Which was the very point he was trying to make!  My pain isn't special.  My suffering isn't a Technicolor masterpiece that sets itself apart from the suffering of the rest of the world.  Every living thing in this world suffers.

"Whenever something negative happens to you, there is a deep lesson concealed within it." ~ Eckhart Tolle

When we experience something painfully traumatic or intensely stressful it is attractively easy to wallow in our own self pity.  I used to tell myself (and others), that my natural tendency to wallow in negative emotions was my way of "dealing" with problems as they arose.  In truth, that was my way to avoid both facing my problems and recognizing that they were often of a repetitive, self induced nature.

By focusing on ourselves and amplifying our sense of self-importance by exhibiting a "Poor Me!" attitude when negative situations or feelings arise we are not only digging ourselves into a harmful hole but we are missing the chance to increase our awareness and understanding.

The theme of suffering and the narcissistic attitude that can be nurtured when it is allowed to consume a person has been making a regular appearance popping in and out of my life recently.  It is astonishing how demanding people can be that we not only recognize their particular troubles but feed their unhealthy, selfish egos by agreeing that their pain is worse than everyone else's.  What they are going through is more important, more devastating, and is unparalleled in its complexity and enormity than anyone else's problems.  When you get to the simple root of the matter, it is the idea that they are very important people.  Their sense of self and ego is massive.  Self-centered is the word that comes to mind and it is quite literally the act of focusing intensely on what is inside oneself.  When we do this, it is very easy to lose sight of everything outside of oneself and then completely lose all sense of perspective.  People trapped in this mental attitude can be very difficult to interact with, like explaining the colours of a sunset to someone who is looking through a tiny pinhole and declares the sky to be orange and no other hue whatsoever.

Whether this is yet another lesson in patience for me or showing me what my retired mental patterns look like to someone outside of them (or a little of both), I am not sure.

I don't know if it is because of my having grown up in a prosperous, developed country that thinking of the suffering of others, so much of which is so much greater than my own, re-balances my perspective and helps me stay focused on moving forward instead of wallowing in disappointment and despair.  Perhaps that is me thinking that my own experience is somehow unique and I'm dead wrong (again)!  And while suffering is not something to be measured as greater or lesser, it is always good to be mindful of the suffering of those around us that we encounter in our daily lives.  As Plato said,

"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle."