Ellie Laks, The
Gentle Barn
February 2017
I think that experience in the petting zoo is perhaps a metaphor for the way life is. I think there are people who care, see, hear, and are aware of others besides themselves, and then I think there are some who don’t see, can’t hear, and, are completely devoid of any empathy for others. The only question that begs to be asked is, which one are we? Are we the ones who can see the suffering of others as our own, or the ones who cannot see it at all? Are we the ones who have come to save this planet, or destroy it? Are we connected to all life, all things, or are we only concerned with ourselves?
The Gentle Barn was my dream since I was seven-years old, but I had no money, no land, and no confidence to follow my dream. It wasn’t until many years later that I discovered an abusive petting zoo and starting bringing home animals to my little half-acre back yard, that I actually started fulfilling my destiny. What was most disturbing about that original petting zoo that started it all was not the over-grown toenails, or the dead animals in cages, or the hollow eyes, or the exhausted ponies going round and round in circles, or the lack of water, but the hundreds of visitors who smiled and took pictures and could not see the suffering right in front of them. Their blindness, apathy, and, focus on their own experience has haunted me ever since. How could I have been the only one there who could see the suffering, pain, and, hopelessness on the faces of every creature there?!
I think that experience in the petting zoo is perhaps a metaphor for the way life is. I think there are people who care, see, hear, and are aware of others besides themselves, and then I think there are some who don’t see, can’t hear, and, are completely devoid of any empathy for others. There is a Native American tale that tells of the first inhabitants of this planet. They were kind, evolved, connected, and, almost angelic. They came here to love and care for this planet. Each of them brought with them mythical creatures of every size, shape, and color to make this planet magical, that we now call animals. This was a place of abundance, green beauty, and wonder. Later, there was another star planet that was destroyed and its’ inhabitants came to this planet seeking refuge. They were, however, very different than the original light workers who came first. They were greedy, callous, cold, selfish, and very destructive. In time, the selfish ones started chopping down trees, eating the mythical, magic creatures, and destroying everything they could find for personal gain. The original star people tried all they could to save the innocent but it got harder and harder. The war between the two human-kinds, good and bad, the giving and selfish, the pure and evil, has waged ever since.
So, what if that story were true? Or maybe it reflects what is happening
on our planet now? What if there are the very rich, money-motivated people
who will destroy everything for personal gain, and there are people who care
deeply about others and want to spare their suffering? The only question
that begs to be asked is, which one are we? Are we the ones who can see the
suffering of others as our own, or the ones who cannot see it at all? Are we
the ones who have come to save this planet, or destroy it? Are we connected
to all life, all things, or are we only concerned with ourselves? Are we the
ones who see an abusive petting zoo, are sick to our stomachs at the abuse,
and do something about it, or are we the ones who turn a blind eye because
it is entertaining and fun for us? Who are we and what do we stand for? Once
we decide, what are we willing to give up or do to stand by our convictions?
I have always been this way. I have always loved animals. I have always been
the one to bring someone home if they are suffering. I have always been the
one to cry and rebel in the face of injustice. I have always felt anyone
else’s pain as my own. I have always been unable and unwilling to be silent
in the face of cruelty. When I found lost or injured animals when I was a
child, I brought them home. When I found out that the “food” on my plate was
animals, I stopped eating meat. Later, as a young adult when I found out
that milk was cow’s milk belonging to slaughtered baby cows, I went vegan.
When I found animals suffering at a petting zoo and no one of any authority
would help, I took them home and started The Gentle Barn. These were not
hard choices, they were the only choices!
When I go to sleep at night, it is a wonderful feeling to know that no one
suffered or died for me to live. I still toss and turn with wondering how
can I do more? How can I make more of a difference and save more lives? I am
not saying it is not possible to love animals and eat meat, because everyone
is evolving at their own pace. But, on Valentines Day, I challenge all of us
to wonder, how can we care more? How can we give or do more? How can we
sacrifice more so that others can live more? What more can we do in the
giant face of injustice before us? How can we save the planet more? How can
we help animals more? How can we be more connected? For Valentines Day, how
can we all love more? If you are a meat eater, would you consider going
vegetarian? If you are vegetarian, would you consider going vegan? If you
are vegan, would you consider meditating more and putting more positive
light in the world? Even I, a vegan, only buys cruelty free products, is
aware of all the issues, who runs a sanctuary and is saving animals, I still
ask the question every single day: how can I love more?
This Valentines Day let’s celebrate our loved ones, be romantic with our
significant others, and maybe bask in roses and chocolates. But while we are
doing that, can we find a way to love more and do more for the animals, the
planet, and our own health at the same time? Lets do it together! Let’s do
it for love!
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