Before dawn, as my mother was dying, near death, I crunched my way through three feet of newly-fallen snow and stopped in this opening in the woods, and suddenly (like a dove descending from heaven--it truly was that profound), all my tumultuous feelings resolved into a profound understanding: the gift my sisters and I and my father and the caregivers were giving my mother was the gift of a good death.
The Unbound Project invited me to write a blog; I took the opportunity to reflect on how women's animal activism is discussed and this prompted thoughts about my own forty-plus years of activism and thinking about The Sexual Politics of Meat
Caregivers are artists of attention and assistance. As we respond to urgent needs, something is working in our consciousness helping to center our thoughts and focus our responses. For my caregiving, that something was Jane Austen. I came to Jane Austen in my 50s, which was when I needed her. Her novels gave me joy as I was immersed in caregiving.