The ongoing Political Musings of a former (now Stray) Yellar Dawg Dem.
This is a Feminist Blog, in the tradition of Susan B. Anthony.
"Just Tell Them...
I have worked 40 years to make the Women's Suffrage platform broad enough for Atheists and Agnostics to stand upon, and now if need be I will fight the next 40 to keep it Catholic enough to permit the straightest Orthodox religionist to speak or pray and count her beads upon."
Susan B. Anthony
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
"Every breath we draw is a gift of love;
every moment of existence is a grace."
Thomas Merton Thoughts in Solitude
I am just back from my weekend in Mystic. Having a hard time catching my metaphorical breath, so I found the random receipt of the Merton quote above to be fortuitous!
So much to get done... now that I am home. It's a mini-culture shock. I've returned from my few days of wandering in the mists and chanting, swimming and dining on fishcakes. The rescuing cycle resumes two hours from now. The moment I pick up a new litter of pups, bring them home, set their vet appointments, and begin housebreaking them.....
However, the "shock" I feel at being back in the thick of rescue is *nothing* compared to what Greg Mortensen must have felt as he traveled between San Francisco and Pakistan to do his great humanitarian work.
In "real life" Dawg is a mom, a nurse, a pet rescuer and a tireless advocate for animal rights.
Dawg is happily married for thirty years and has raised three awesome children. She holds an advanced degree in Family Science, wherein her research was focused on women's support circles during parturition. Her dedication to Women's Rights is directly affected by her belief that motherhood should not be a sentence to isolation and disenfranchisement.
Dawg is on hiatus from political bloggery d/t the intense demands of her engagement in the No Kill movement at this time. However, she remains influenced by PUMA politics and reads the blogs of her fellow PUMAs (at right) regularly.
Thanks for the Visit, all you Stray Dogs and PUMAs!
"Sooner or later we all discover that the important moments in life are not the advertised ones, not the birthdays, the graduations, the weddings, not the great goals achieved. The real milestones are less prepossessing. They come to the door of memory unannounced, stray dogs that amble in, sniff around a bit and simply never leave.