I was talking to a vegetarian
yesterday, and for her it was a simple matter of feeling, of opening
your heart, and then you really wouldn't want to eat meat.
And I
didn't have an argument against it. I was vegetarian in my 20s and 30s.
It began briefly before my Buddhist days, and then in a sustained way
while I was doing Buddhism. Though because there was a group dynamic at
work, meat-eating also acquired elements of taboo.
And then along came Shamanism, an earth-based path that put the life
back into me - and eventually, the meat-eating. I felt there was
something missing in me that was supplied by meat. And last night I lay
awake thinking about this issue, and I realised that I couldn't go back
to being vegetarian. My head and heart can provide good reasons for
being vegetarian. But on a gut/instinctual level, which takes me right
down through my feet and into the earth, I just cannot be vegetarian. I
don't exactly know why. It is something to do with having my hands in
the entrails of life, to do with doing what people have always naturally
done, which is to eat meat.
Maybe it is easier for a lot of
women to be vegetarian, because through childbirth they are brought
closer to the earth and to a raw experience of life than men are.
Sweatlodges are often more of a man thing, because they are the ones who
get ungrounded with all their head stuff and warrior thing.
So I
don't know, I'm just speculating. What I have seen in this is each
persuasion judging the other, and it's easy to see why. Vegetarians
moralising at meat eaters, and meat eaters making fun of vegetarians. But I think it's best to live and let live and trust that people are
genuine in what they do.