Our food system scares me.
Call that an eating disorder mentality, but it is true.
I wish that food could just be food and not be Frakenfood.
I wish that the produce that I feed my family did not have chemicals sprayed all over it, or be “Round-Up Ready.”
I can’t help caring that so many animals are dying for people’s appetites, many so unnecessarily. Many without even having been consumed mindfully with gratitude for the fact that they have given up their life to be food.
I hate seeing food and resources going to waste.
It bothers my conscience, but I buy and eat the produce that I know has been sprayed with pesticides sometimes because I have no other choice.
I’ve consumed animal foods and tried to suppress my real feelings about it for the sake of belonging.
I pretend that I don’t know what they put in the animal feed too.
And all of that packaging waste going into our landfills.
Is this any way to live?
Should we be forced to shut off our true feelings about these things?
Should we allow these companies so much power?
Do we really have a choice?
Food is powerful. Whatever we spend our dollar on, we are voting for the kind of world that we want to see and the world that we want our children to inherit.
To me anyway.
I find it my mission to somehow live life true to my values, while still being a part of this world, all the while teaching my girls what is right and true from my example and the choices that I make, enabling them to make their own choices as adults from their realm of childhood experience.
They are watching.
They are learning.
What are we teaching our children?
What kind of example are we leaving the younger generation?
What do we plan on leaving them when we are gone?