bears
Bears of my dreams... powerful, free, female, brown bears. The first of these had golden claws, was profoundly tender, fiercely protective and held me as a child in her lap on the floor of a still, sunlit clearing encircled with trees...
Many years later at a Moon Bear sanctuary in China I observed and cared for rescued moon bears. Bears recovering from years of abuse and exploitation on “farms” where their bile is harvested daily from their gall bladders for human consumption. These rescued bears are the lucky few. In fact, the reality behind the word “farm” world wide, (including in the U.S. on a massive scale), where animals or animal products are the commodity, is that it has become commonly synonymous with callous, abusive exploitation of animals.
This work is a prayer for change