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I felt myself sinking into an abyss. It happens sometimes. Sometimes I have fallen further than at others. Life has thrown hurricanes and earthquakes, venomous sea creatures and flesh eating, malicious and predatory assholes into my life. OK, that does sound extreme. But there have been extremes. Lately it’s not my personal demons that sink me, it’s the world. It’s everything from the welfare of animals and their torture in slaughter houses in North America, those kept in cages at live markets in countries that eat just about any kind of creature; it’s the loss of species all over the world, and the inhumanity that subjects animals to all kinds of painful existences.
I got upset when I read the news last night and heard about hundreds of cows trapped on a ship that can’t land anywhere because of some disease they may or may not have, that are living in deplorable conditions. But then I remind myself that there are humans living in worse and that doesn’t actually help, not my mind in the depths of despair anyway. There are genocides, starving people, homeless people, refugees, those at war….
It’s also the stupidity and shortsightedness of governments that don’t seem to care if their policies on energy reflect their economic interests over the climate crisis and the life our grandchildren may (or may not) have.
It’s reading about companies that pay their CEO’s millions, whose owners have made billions during the…
