Victoria Moon Erickson obviously has never heard of a vacation.
Because that's what people do when they need a respite from the grind of daily life. Book a cruise, take off to Neverland and get some sun to return with your head cleared ready to change what's not working.
Instead, this Atlanta-born, 32-year-old woman, who the media has continuously identified as a vegan blogger (as if that tidbit matters) decided that she would stage a disappearing act by abandoning her car, computer, cellphone and her "beloved" dog, Jet, with a Houston business owner who generously offered her work and shelter while Erickson was gallivanting cross country documenting her gourmand adventures.
"That stuff belongs to Vicky and I'm not Vicky anymore," her father, William Erickson, reported she said to him about the personal items discarded at Pat Greer's Kitchen, a raw vegan food catering business in the Montrose area.
While the community at large, including her twin sister Cat Moon Erickson, thought something terrible had happened to this petite 5-foot, 100-pound gal, what Victoria Moon Erickson truly wanted was to escape the confines of her identity. But she failed. She's been spotted by a friend in Austin, who drove her to a truck stop, and by a truck driver in Carlsbad, N.M., who gave her a ride on her journey to California.
Victoria Moon Erickson gave non-vegans another reason to think that herbivores are dense fruitcakes.
"The first thing I would tell her is that I love her," Cat Moon Erickson tells KHOU, implying she felt she had wronged her sister in some fashion. "I always love her. I never want to judge her again."
Whatever pressures or physical ailments Victoria Moon Erickson may have felt, she surely is delusional in believing that vanishing into thin air is plausible in this era of speedy communications. That's unless you are murdered or can pull off a faux death. Or move to Brazil. Or commit a heinous political crime in North Korea.
But alas, Victoria Moon Erickson, if you read between the lines of her latest blog post, dated Tuesday, 9:30 a.m., has found her home. In her poem "Welcome Home" (oh, how predictable), illustrated by a photograph of a woman draped in white textiles attempting to take flight amid a serene coastal scene, she writes about the "warrior's plight," the "lust for bleeding green" and "rising against the uncommon dream."
Though most of the text is a verbose and confusing New Age diatribe, it's the concluding paragraphs that are of concern.
The illusion of "too late"
has taken its toll
"control" is the lie
we tell ourselves
when we are afraid to
let go.
We get it. We live in a horrible, cruel world teeming with injustices, though most of us choose to look for beauty rather than negating reality.
Victoria Moon Erickson has, in essence, discarded her four-legged companion (very vegan), took the easy way out by not being straight with people and gave non-vegans another reason to think that herbivores are dense fruitcakes.
One good thing came out of this ordeal: More people now know about Pat Greer's big heart. By the way, her food is fabulous.
Is Victoria Moon Erickson's behavior giving the vegan community a bad name?
