Mamma and baby!
Her name is Bella, she's a friend I made! She has arthritis and her human starting talking to me about whether or not her $1000 operation was worth it. I said simply, 'She's your family. You spend that money easily on other things.' And he said " You're right."
This is Tiger.
And this is Nessie. Some more friends I made, just in passing, but aren't they beautiful?
A protest sign at the old parlaiment buildings in Canberra.People tell me I have a beautiful heart, but it always seems so foolish. I love the way animals just watch you, and gather out of maybe fear and curiosity.
Cows and horses, for example remind me of children the way they shyly walk together to watch you, to see what you are doing, always keeping their distance.
Lately my heart doesn't feel beautiful but sad and overburdened.
I saw a cow, or a de-bulled bull crying, but it was quickly " explained' to me by my supposed bf that it was just the wind causing the tear-like action, right of course, how silly of me to feel that animals can display such deep emotions, like crying. When I was asked why I thought the cow could, in fact, be crying, I answered that it was because he knows what's in store for him; he knows that he's going to be slaughtered and eaten. To this the bf scoffed, naturally, at me and my 'silly', read: deeply feeling heart.
It's hard to stay true to my heart, but I persist.
I find this country, Australia so fucking racist, it's not something I was expecting to find; this much racism, everywhere. It's not something you hear about from all the travel guides you read, or people who have been; they all seem to leave this major part out.
The part about white colonial rule,that still guides this country very firmly.
