They are quiet, lumbering and often awkward. Out in the wide open world, they are easy to manage. Fresh air, weather or even a simple distraction make them seem manageable.
But in a room of people.
With a mountain of food.
And a holiday.
This beautiful, great big creature cannot function well. THEN we who bring the lumbering beastie with us, make it sit in a corner and be quiet.
The poor elephant.
|Photo by David Blackwell.|
Not able to talk to anyone, the pachyderm is in a precarious position. It must pretend to not exist. With a trunk, four legs the size of tables and a broom tail. The unfortunate thing is thinks itself invisible.
However, toes are stepped on.
Words are misunderstood.
Feelings well up into knots of yuck.
The pitiable delicate beasty can do nothing right.
Truth is, as we gather together for holidays, these gentle creatures join us. We need to be gentle. If it isn’t possible to talk to the elephant, just a nod will do. A small recognition of grace is what they deserve.
If we are gentle with them, possibly a few toes will be saved.
Words might be heard clearly if spoken with a sprinkle of love.
Feelings could unravel and begin to heal.
I say we should dress that elephant in a pink tutu. Adorn it’s head with a crown. Pull out a chair and offer it a seat.
Pretending like they are not there is not working. So, remember this holiday season:
Please be kind to elephants.
|Thank you Non-Sequitur for saying it so well.|