As If We Weren’t Animals Ourselves
It’s a tender, bucolic image, isn’t it?--imaginary though it likely is. The saint, when he was but a man, placing his hand upon the nursing sow, murmuring blessings of earth to her, until she remembers the long, perfect loveliness of sow.
In the Act of Blessing, Blessed
This may sound like a bold or perhaps peculiar statement to make on Animal Blessing Sunday, but here goes: I don’t watch cute cat videos. Or cute puppy videos. Or avidly devour feel-good stories about animals saving lives or predicting the outcomes of elections or traveling thousands of miles to be reunited with their families