🏝️ Welcome to the Island of Kindness

A sanctuary for vegans, animal rights advocates, and anyone who has ever felt the weight of compassion in an unkind world.

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I wasn’t always vegan.
I was a dairy farmer. I ate meat at most meals. And while I could see that animals were sentient beings with thoughts, feelings, and personalities, I didn’t want to look too closely. I wanted to be “kind enough” — kind enough to feel like a good person, without the inconvenience of real change.

I knew there were documentaries like Dominion, Earthlings, and Lucent. I avoided them. I fast-forwarded. I turned them off. I looked away.

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Until one day, I didn’t.
I was tired of my own excuses. So I sat down and forced myself to watch them all — back to back. And what I saw shattered me. I was horrified. Ashamed. Crushed under the weight of my own ignorance and complicity. I grieved — deeply and painfully — for months.

When the fog of that initial grief began to settle, I tried to tell people what I’d learned. I believed people were good, that they’d want to know. I thought my friends and family would join me, that we’d stand together for a kinder world.

Only one person did. The rest dismissed, minimised, or reacted with hostility.
I held my ground — but it came at a cost. I lost friends. I felt the world retreat.

It’s a dark and lonely place to stand when your ethical values separate you from the crowd — when all you’re asking for is kindness, compassion, and an end to violence and suffering.

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But I stood there anyway.
I became an animal rights activist, searching for community and shared hope. Over time, I also trained and built a small holistic therapy practice — weaving together art, movement, talk therapy, Reiki, massage, and sylvan therapy. Healing, in its many forms.

Recently, as I began creating guided meditations and self-help tools to share online, I thought back to those early, painful days. The grief. The loneliness. The desperate wish for a soft place to land.

And so, the Island of Kindness was born.
A quiet, gentle sanctuary — not for everyone, but for those who need it most. A space where we can acknowledge how isolating it can be to be part of a marginalised movement. A place to affirm compassion, respect, and nonviolence — not just for animals, but for ourselves and each other.

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“This space was born from deep compassion. A quiet acknowledgment of the suffering of animals and the people who stand up for them. Activism can be exhausting, painful, and lonely — but you are not alone.
The Island of Kindness at Cloud House is a soft landing place for those who give so much of themselves. Here, your heart is safe, your voice is valued, and your pain is heard.”

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Welcome home. 🌿