Being Sensitive to Food and/or a Food Sensitive

I am coining a new phrase as I work on my second book. The term is Food Sensitive. We all have some level of sensitivities to foods on a physical and emotional level. We eat Ben and Jerry's when down for that quick blast of sugar and also the comfort of how it tastes. Some people cannot start without the perfect cup of java in the morning and need the engine rev it gives them. Without the physical jolt their emotional state suffers until they have to get that latte or mochachino into them to function.

As an intuitive - I can take this a step further. A few years back I had purchased two boxes of deer meat from a friend. It was very inexpensive and feeding two newfs a raw diet - well this was a little pot of gold for me. I defrosted the first box with the intension of putting the meat into smaller packages and refreezing. It sat on my counter all morning and when enough had started to defrost I started packing it.

As I put my hands into the meat I found myself in my third eye having a run - but as the sensation became clearer, I realized that it was not just a romp in the woods. I was fleeing for my life. With each set of hooves that hit the ground, pounding the hardened soil, I felt the anguish of an arrow in my side. The running went on for miles until I could not breathe any harder - my body crumpled to the ground and moments later my spirit rose. But in the meat I felt an over abundance of adrenaline.

Slaughtering animals for meat is a fact of life. But sometimes in hunting an animal is just wounded and the adrenaline courses through the body at tremendous strength . In this case the deer fled for miles before dying frightened and in great pain. From a nutrition standpoint I did not like the idea of my dogs getting adrenaline filled meat.

I put the meat back in the freezer and eventually sent love to the deer and disposed of the meat without feeding it to the dogs.

Ever since then I purchase my cows from local farmers who care about how their cows live and die. I cannot say I like the whole process - it is upsetting and I do have to reconcile it in my mind that dogs need meat - they need the enzymes and the amino acids found in raw meat that they will not find in kibble or canned foods. I also eat meat and think often about why it is my pets and myself who are the ones fed and why these animals have given their lives to feed us. I have heard the answer more than once that they come in to do this - not just this - but this is one aspect of their life and why they are here.

I do meet the cows who go in my freezers each year and when putting meals together for my dogs and myself, always thank them by name that they have given us the ultimate gift - the gift of their life so that we may be nourished. Next week I will be picking up Cream and Ash, two Jersey cows who spent the entire summer on top of a mountain grazing on green pastures. They died right on the farm with no stressful race through the woods or trucking to a slaughterhouse.

When I handle their meat while preparing the dogs meals or mine, I am sure I will feel the peaceful pastures of the mountain and their days in the field by a stream. Thank-you Ash and Cream. God bless.