*Disclaimer: These are my own personal joys and sorrows from our trip. What disturbs me may or may not bother the next person. I'm not one for pushing views or forcing my opinion, and I think we all choose what is best for ourselves and our families*
Seeing majestic, strong, beautiful long horns all along our cross country trek,
non-stop views of cows, sheep, llamas, goats and horses out grazing in wide open fields appearing as content as can be,
singing the llama song at each llama spotting,
watching calves nurse from their mothers,
seeing games of chase and other playful antics,
listening to the sweet sounds of munching and moos,
memories of my amazing days living at the temple farm milking the sweet protected cows along side Mother K,
envisioning a world with out pain...
Gut wrenching sadness is:
Blurry photo from my uncontrollably shaky hands due to the sight of this truck
Seeing so many of these slaughter house trucks I lost count,
literally feeling my heart sink to my toes every time we pass those trucks,
the horrible smells from passing by feed lots and slaughter houses,
listening to the cows seen in the truck above (parked outside our hotel) pacing back and forth crying out in fear,
feeling my body shake uncontrollably while tears pour down from my eyes like torrents of rain as I think of their suffering...
I feel that a favorite quote of mine by one of my many heroes best ends this because honestly, it's hard to think about this aspect of the trip and try to put my overwhelming emotions into words.
"The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated”