Afterword: My Daughter’s Body—A Meditation on Soul

Abstract

Sesha pushes my head to her neck. I find those sweet tender places at the crease of her neck, soft and warm. And she gurgles with pleasure. My daughter’s body. Its problems, its mystery, its soul. How very difficult it is to convey all that I experience when I am in her presence, the presence of that lovely, somewhat twisted, wheelchair-user body. It is through my daughter’s body that I come to know her....