Note: This is oddly not what I set out to write tonight when I started writing, but apparently it’s been bouncing around in my mind without me really noticing it. This is, as always, just my personal take on things. If you find truth in it, that’s great. If you think I’m a raving loon… Well, the world fortunately has a place for all kinds of people and beliefs. š
The plants in my garden are starting to develop actual vegetables. This is, as far as Iām concerned despite having confidence in my abilities, nothing short of a miracle. Plants as a whole are magical, miraculous, living beings that I am constantly left in awe of even with understanding some the science behind them. This growing season, they have taught me a great deal including helping me develop my patience, refusing to grow faster simply because I make impatient demands on them. Theyāve given me quite a few lessons in worry, resiliency, and the insect world. And theyāve taken my hand and led me to understand that I can, in fact, tolerate being out in the heat if need be. I am not a delicate flowerā¦ And in truth, Iām no longer sure there is such a thing as a delicate flower in the plant world.
Oddly enough, my gardening has also affirmed that for me, personally, Iāve made the right moral choice for myself in not being a vegetarian. I only purchase local, small farm meat, and most of the people I buy it from are pretty vocal about treating their animals with respect. It might be skewed thinking from a girl thatās emotionally tied with plants, but Iām pretty sure that livestock owners on small farms treat their animals with more reverence than many do produce. Theyāre plants. They donāt have feelingsā¦ Itās hard for me to shake the feeling that they are sentient beings, which to me says they have to have some concept of feeling though perhaps not exactly like ours (this debate wages on in my household due to Mr Science sometimes thinking Iāve absolutely lost my mind). I find it oddly cruel that plants work so hard to grow and reproduceā¦ And itās so easy for us to come along and eat all that hard work.
So many of us hold thanks and compassion for the animals we eat (as we should), but we overlook the silent plant who seems so foreign and different from us. Itās easier to recognize the pain and suffering of animalsā¦ Not so much with plants unless youāve spent time with them. The truth is that in order to sustain our lives as humans, we must eat. And eating in all forms comes from deathā¦ Eating a tomato will not kill a plant, but it kills the potential for those specific seeds in the fruit to carry on its genetic lineage. Eventually we rip the plant from the ground once its time and dispose of it some way, and since so many of us donāt practice seed saving from non-hybrids, the genetic diversity offered by the plant we grew is gone.
And donāt get me started on pest controlā¦ Thatās a whole different topic thatās currently giving me nightmares. Actual nightmares. Involving squash bugs.
This is possibly the biggest lesson my plants have taught me this seasonā¦ My existence is fueled by death in all its forms. Iām trying to really dig deep into this thought and learn the difference between needless killing and necessary ā Which sometimes is not as clear of a line as we typically think. My garden is not fully necessary in order for me to survive. I have grocery stores and farmerās markets that I can depend on. But at the same time Iām not about to let the bugs have full reign of the plants I take care ofā¦ For the most part the plants are helpless to their attack. In some cases it appears I am helpless, too.
I find veganism admirable. I was a vegan for a while. But I have a hard time placing a hierarchy of importance on the food I eat and finding where to draw the line on what is okay and what isnāt. To me a plant is no less sacred, wonderful, and worthy of my compassion than a cow. In farming with plants, bugs die or your crops die, and if your crops die, nobody eats. When harvesting (especially in row crops), animals die accidental deaths. And in regard to honey bees, the local apiarist is our ally in making sure our bee population stays healthy and strong as the mystery of Colony Collapse Disorder continues on. (Iām not talking the traveling hives or mega-farm beekeepers, but the local, small scale folks once again.) Itās important, because we need the bees. And, at the moment, the bees need us.
I understand the abhorrence in the exploitation of animals. Honestly, Iām pretty horrified by the reality of our modern food system myself, which in part is why Iām going into agricultural work. But this summer, working out in my garden and considering my future, Iāve learned somethingā¦ Life is exploitative. In order to survive, all animals must exploit another living thing. As a Pagan, my understanding of the world is that the world is a living being from the dirt to the sky to the plants and animals. Everything. Itās an ecosystem, and that ecosystem is its own being. The plants take from the dirt. The herbivores take from the plants. And so on and so forthā¦
To fully remove ourselves from exploitation in its simplest terms would force us to die. The problem isnāt our survival. The problem is a lack of reverence in the harsh reality of life. I admire vegans and vegetarians both for seeking to lessen their blow to the world around them. But I feel like the answer to the problem of where we stand in the world as a post-industrial society that has removed itself from agrarianism isnāt to practice harsh asceticism. The carbon footprint of a vegan is a small drop in the bucket to that of a typical omnivore, but I think looking at mass-produced, pre-made substitutes for things such as meat or dairy products are made in a petroleum-based world that is just as exploitive of the world around us as eating animal products is probably just as bad and more overlooked.
I believe in moderation in all things as a virtue. If one swings to one extreme or another, it can have disastrous results on countless levels. The answer, then, is not to deny or glut yourself with things. The answer is, instead, to practice mindful moderation. Do not close your eyes. Do not ignore the fact that your survival requires other beings to die, which is partially how weāve gotten into the mess we have today. Instead realize that your life requires the sacrifice of other living things to survive. In all forms from plant to animal, those beings likely did not really want to die.
It is absolutely necessary that we as a people come to understand this. Our attempt to ignore our uncomfortable feelings about this fact has caused us to become more and more removed from our food, which has turned into poisoning ourselves and everything else in the world. The answer is not to ignore the situation. The answer is to hold and understand this fact of life as sacred and to be thankful.
Your understanding and personal relationship with food and survival may lead you down the road to abstaining from certain things, and I think thatās fine. My fiancĆ©, for instance, is a vegetarian who grew up on a livestock farm. He understand the truth of how things are on family farms, and how animals are treated in that situation is not why heās a vegetarian. Our agreement is that if I bring meat into the house, itās locally-raised from a small farm that practices compassion and sustainability.
This is because we both accept that, on our own terms, we are closer to the source of our food in this manner. The system isnāt perfect, of course, but to me there canāt be perfection because survival leads to suffering and/or death of other things.
The closer you are to your food, though, the more respectful of it you becomeā¦ Thanking the sacrifice another living being makes is what is necessary. Understanding that we humans are animals, despite attempting to remove ourselves from that realm, is imperative to restoring the balance of things. Accepting that we are animals is part of a spiritual journey, and we should hold this task as sacred.
Foxglove & Firmitas 