Just back from 2 weeks visiting friends and family in the UK. Had a wonderful time catching up with everyone and playing with babies!

I don’t claim to be a vegetarian – I’m not. When at home I eat chicken, fish and pork on weekends.  On holiday I am not at all strict, and when you are being catered for by others it is usually a case of eat what you are given.

Pigs piled together on a farm

I wont eat you if you don't eat me...

ANYWAY. Most meals have consisted of very tasty pork. This has clearly been eating at my conscience… the other night I had a horrific nightmare.  I can’t remember all the datails, but I was throwing chunks and heaps of raw pig into the open ocean. I could smell it and feel the texture of it. In the dream I didn’t seem to be very concerned. I clearly remember

getting a knuckle bone stuck under my foot, picking it up with my toes and tossing it out to sea.  I woke up very flustered.

I lay very still for a while to let my mind catch up. An overwhelming amount of grief welled up and I found myself weeping (as quietly as possible). I don’t quite understand it all – but it feels to me that the flesh I had been happily munching away was digging a big whole of guilt and grief in my heart.  If dreams are a reflection of our conscious lives (my understanding) mine are telling me to curb my flesh eating habits.  ALL beings deserve the right to be treated with respect and dignity. Do unto others as you would have them do to you.  I would prefer not to be eaten…

All this said, I must admit that I wont go cold turkey. My body needs time to adjust to my conscious decision. I also need time to let the people in my life understand my decision.  This is not something that I take lightly. I do not live exclusively and I understand that not everyone feels the same way about eating meat as I do. Lets see what happens – but hopefully my choice to curb my flesh intake will remove a few nasty nightmares too…