I'm still triggered by vegans harassing me on Instagram about *saving* a sheep from slaughter, so I'm reposting this piece about our early brushes with reality.
"I half expect the trees to whisper for us go back to where we belong."
I love this line - sometimes when I step outside to my back yard in the predawn, I can feel like I don't really belong out there.
must have been traumatic. I hope you've forgiven yourself.
This one, yes. Another death, more recent, no.
give it time. you guys have done very well for yourselves--and your animals. xo
"I half expect the trees to whisper for us go back to where we belong."
I love this line - sometimes when I step outside to my back yard in the predawn, I can feel like I don't really belong out there.
must have been traumatic. I hope you've forgiven yourself.
This one, yes. Another death, more recent, no.
give it time. you guys have done very well for yourselves--and your animals. xo