Sheep, Octopus and Public Displays of Affection: Terry Finch

I can’t easily account for why seeing the truck heaving with sheep at the intersection near Fremantle Cemetery pulled me up sharp. There were no legs hanging out of the crate, it wasn’t a scorchingly hot day and I couldn’t hear distressed sheep bleating. Perhaps it was because I’d lived in a farming community which serviced the live export industry at a time when opposition to the trade grew more ugly. Or because I’d  embraced a mostly vegetarian diet while ditching a patriarchal dogmatic religion in favour of a gentle, earth-based spirituality centred on the connection of all life.  For … Continue reading Sheep, Octopus and Public Displays of Affection: Terry Finch