- have absolutely no desire to eat meat, dairy, or any animal product
- am completely comfortable in this lifestyle
- have begun to see and fear the unattractive aspect of the vegan world
Animal Rights? |
In my "new girl" naivety, I failed to realize that the vegan world is no different than any other, that there is an extreme element that lives on the outer edges, just outside of the "norm" with levels of judgment, feeling of entitlement, and accusations of what is right and wrong. I came across a dialog in which a dedicated vegan posted a faux meat dish that had been prepared for her children. Almost immediately, she was met with an onslaught of hate and criticism by a "fellow", extreme vegan who felt she was being hypocritical for making "fake meat", that vegans who do so are secretly harboring desires to eat meat; that somehow, she wasn't being a true vegan. But what about me? What about those who are converting or who are thinking of converting? Where is the bridge? The accuser had a right to his opinion but the tone and the language was so ugly. This person spewed anger with words just short of hatred toward a fellow vegan. Aren't we all on the same team? Several people on both sides of the debate commented but not me. I was too afraid to say anything. It was disappointing yet sobering as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice cold water on me shouting, "WAKE UP!!!!". Are there vegan activists out there who profess their love for animals so much that they would not hesitate to show lack of love to their fellow man? Would these same people commit an act of violence to express their viewpoint?
I seek to receive and work to give peace. The thought of a physical, negative encounter with a fellow vegan is really scary. I feel immediately faced with a new challenge - how to overcome this fear?
Resilience
Just before the "ugly", I met my friend Susan for lunch at a vegan restaurant. Susan is not vegan. I appreciated that she, as most good friends do, supported my efforts and "tried something new". She had her first shot of wheatgrass, surprised that it tasted a little sweet. We discussed our latest endeavors and she mentioned the need for resilience. Later, in a blog entry about our lunch, she revealed her own fears and the need to cope. EUREKA!, there were the magic words I had been searching looking for:
Staying Rooted
As I processed each of these experiences - the high of lunching with Susan and the low of the ugliness, I realized that there was one point of relevance between the two: Me! I was the connecting piece between the two. While I had reached out in one instance and recoiled in another, I had remained in the same place. I was rooted and didn't realize it. Although the unfortunate incident had frightened me, I had remained steadfast in my commitment and desire to be vegan. I feel empowered to grow my roots, to introduce my non-vegan friends to something new (who knows, perhaps a few of them will join me). I feel that I can grow my roots even stronger and as this strength increases, perhaps one day I will be able to confront the extreme beings on the fringe. Perhaps one day, I can show them that you can gain more with a positive, loving approach than a negative one that we are all on the same team. That each of us may arrive at a destination along a different path or vehicle but that the point is: we all arrived and are in the same place together. It is a choice. In my lifetime flash, I will remember these past two months. I will remember how I chose to grow my roots with positivity, togetherness and compassion.
I will also remember the exact moment in the future to yet come when those roots strengthened and enabled me to cope with resiliency to overcome my fears.
~Namaste.
Yoga: Boat pose for buoyancy, Mountain pose for root connection to the Earth.
Wheatgrass: the drink of resilience and coping |
- COPE - to face and deal with a difficulty in a calm or adequate manner.
- RESILIENCE - the ability to recover; to return to original form or position after being bent or stretched; buoyancy.
Stay rooted: Beet greens, beets, and turnips |
Staying Rooted
As I processed each of these experiences - the high of lunching with Susan and the low of the ugliness, I realized that there was one point of relevance between the two: Me! I was the connecting piece between the two. While I had reached out in one instance and recoiled in another, I had remained in the same place. I was rooted and didn't realize it. Although the unfortunate incident had frightened me, I had remained steadfast in my commitment and desire to be vegan. I feel empowered to grow my roots, to introduce my non-vegan friends to something new (who knows, perhaps a few of them will join me). I feel that I can grow my roots even stronger and as this strength increases, perhaps one day I will be able to confront the extreme beings on the fringe. Perhaps one day, I can show them that you can gain more with a positive, loving approach than a negative one that we are all on the same team. That each of us may arrive at a destination along a different path or vehicle but that the point is: we all arrived and are in the same place together. It is a choice. In my lifetime flash, I will remember these past two months. I will remember how I chose to grow my roots with positivity, togetherness and compassion.
I will also remember the exact moment in the future to yet come when those roots strengthened and enabled me to cope with resiliency to overcome my fears.
~Namaste.
Yoga: Boat pose for buoyancy, Mountain pose for root connection to the Earth.
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