THANK YOU for the absolute transparency and reality of slaughter. at farm school the only thing i could not face was killing and processing chickens. my entire class,no problem. i watched my grandfather do it without any drama on his part then i sat that evening avoiding the flesh on the table. i’ve been in sicily where goats and boar stripped of their skin hung like dresses outside the butchers shop. i applauded the shopkeepers for the confrontation. it is The Truth of Life this relationship but everywhere we turn we are greeted with cartoon talking images of the animals we eat live with and all the other not so good things we do. so. yeah. i love your writing for reasons i can never express. i read everything because i know or at least have a glimpse at the rest of your life and feel the depth and hard work of your existence.
I raised rabbits when I lived in Vermont. I did it to face killing: the emotions, the mechanics, the ins and outs of freezer camp. Now I kill birds and animals in the wilds. I do all my own processing. And I consume far less meat than I once did because of have come to understand, I think, interdependence and reciprocity. And with a few exceptions, if I eat meat, I killed it, dressed it, processed it and cooked it.
Thank you for this cathartic read. I so appreciate your honesty and openness on the topic of slaughter and processing. I learned to kill and process meat rabbits a few years ago, and while I was able to perform all necessary steps as cleanly and humanely as possible, I have since then struggled with the ‘consent’ issue. The “What right did I have to do that?” issue. Though I was raised in family of butchers (dad, granddad, uncles) and saw plenty of animals being slaughtered and processed, I did not end up with the level of apparent detachment with which they approached their work. I’m glad of that. I’m glad I feel the gravity that comes with taking a life. I’m glad that I do not find it easy or enjoyable. I hope, in the future, I can come to be more gentle with my own soul through the process. Your own story has certainly helped me in that regard. Thank you again. ☺️
THANK YOU for the absolute transparency and reality of slaughter. at farm school the only thing i could not face was killing and processing chickens. my entire class,no problem. i watched my grandfather do it without any drama on his part then i sat that evening avoiding the flesh on the table. i’ve been in sicily where goats and boar stripped of their skin hung like dresses outside the butchers shop. i applauded the shopkeepers for the confrontation. it is The Truth of Life this relationship but everywhere we turn we are greeted with cartoon talking images of the animals we eat live with and all the other not so good things we do. so. yeah. i love your writing for reasons i can never express. i read everything because i know or at least have a glimpse at the rest of your life and feel the depth and hard work of your existence.
appreciating you from a food desert.
Thank you, Benjamin. Sincerely, thank you.
I raised rabbits when I lived in Vermont. I did it to face killing: the emotions, the mechanics, the ins and outs of freezer camp. Now I kill birds and animals in the wilds. I do all my own processing. And I consume far less meat than I once did because of have come to understand, I think, interdependence and reciprocity. And with a few exceptions, if I eat meat, I killed it, dressed it, processed it and cooked it.
Beautifully written. You do this with reverence and respect and that’s how it should be. Thank You.
I didn’t want to read this but I did. Everyone should. This is how it should be.
Thank you for this cathartic read. I so appreciate your honesty and openness on the topic of slaughter and processing. I learned to kill and process meat rabbits a few years ago, and while I was able to perform all necessary steps as cleanly and humanely as possible, I have since then struggled with the ‘consent’ issue. The “What right did I have to do that?” issue. Though I was raised in family of butchers (dad, granddad, uncles) and saw plenty of animals being slaughtered and processed, I did not end up with the level of apparent detachment with which they approached their work. I’m glad of that. I’m glad I feel the gravity that comes with taking a life. I’m glad that I do not find it easy or enjoyable. I hope, in the future, I can come to be more gentle with my own soul through the process. Your own story has certainly helped me in that regard. Thank you again. ☺️