40,000 to 100,000 muscles in an elephant’s trunk—sensitive enough to pick up a blade of grass, and strong enough to rip the branch right off the tree. Now that’s my kind of animal.
I’ve been thinking about the elephant. How it is known for its intelligence, how Dumbo didn’t fit in and then used his ears to fly.
I have been working on overcoming obstacles and manifesting abundance. My healer in New York told me about Ganesh one session, showed me him from his altar, and then gave it to me. It had to be one of the most abundant moments in my life, with the water works and everything. I was so moved.
The Banksy exhibit in Los Angeles stayed with me for years. There was a live elephant painted to the wallpaper to represent poverty, the elephant in the room that nobody talks about or sees.
I like how the elephant can shake hands with its trunk, smell with its trunk, drink with its trunk, swing with its trunk—it’s this multi-purpose appendage depending on the occasion.
What about the woman from the circus balancing on the trunk of an elephant? So strangely beautiful, yet strangely disturbing.
Thoughts of Dumbo are in the air. I posted about him a couple days after you did. I descended into watching every YouTube clip I could find.
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