Elephants are amazing. But you knew that. I
We lined up outside the fence around the enclosure and the elephants came to us, obviously anticipating what they knew came next. Huge bunches of small local bananas were placed on the ground and we were shown how to give them to the elephants. And we proceeded to do just that, using their trained key word “bun bun” to have them raise their trunks. Those elephants love bananas.
We arrived at Elephant Jungle Sanctuary #9 and loaded our stuff into a bunkhouse that would be our home for the next four days. Those were some hard bunks, just a mat and a throw. But that is of no matter. We were given a little orientation and went to meet the elephants.
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We also learned about the lives of the mahout, the “handlers” that literally live and work with the elephants on a daily basis, and the efforts being made to improve their wages and living conditions. We worked to build dams in a small river, creating larger pools for the elephants to cool in during the hot dry season when the water was low.
I loved being close to them but I also found them very intimidating. ! When we were in the jungle with them, the guides told us it was their time, not ours and to just let them do what they wanted, to walk or not and where to walk. It was wonderful that there was so much respect for the needs of the animals and that the people came second, put their needs second. There was a sense of glorious purpose, living and working with people so committed to these beautiful, intelligent animals and doing something to help. It is hard to articulate why this felt so good and so important, but it did; something to learn from.There was a sense of glorious purpose, living and working with people so committed to these beautiful, intelligent animals… Click To Tweet
Some in our group were totally fearless and walked amid them as casually as can be imagined. As much as I loved being with them, watching them, learning about them, I’m sorry to say that wasn’t me.
There is something starkly beautiful about a New England winter. For some reason I find myself here almost every year at this time or at least in some wintery place. But the gray landscape lends itself to introspection. At least here on this mountaintop, I am isolated with just two of my immediate family, my mother and brother. And so, often, I am alone with my thoughts. Since I don’t ski, or snowshoe, it is just me and the fire and watching the snow melt on this strange day.
I will hardly be the first person to say that your family is who they are and sometimes you love them in spite of yourself and in spite of themselves. I was told recently to remember that there is family you choose and family you don’t choose. And you love them differently. And sometimes, there is the family that chooses you.
Over time, people have come into my life that I love very much. I did not know that I could love as much as I do. I did not know how much I would value the love and friendship of the women in my life. And I did not know how much I would value and be touched by the people I have known the longest and who I see the least .
When I was young, all I understood of love was sex and marriage. As an aside, marriage has not worked out well for me. But marriage gave me my son, from whom I have learned a very different kind of love; The kind for which you would throw yourself in front of a moving train.
It is always interesting to me the extent to which nature, the weather, the scenery affects my mood and feelings. Sometimes it affects my optimism. Sometimes it is all about memory. When I come to this place it is full of memories of people, events and love past. And it is full of the present – thoughtful, joyful, difficult.
It has taken these years of living to begin to understand the nature of love for me. And it is all of the above, thoughtful, joyful, difficult, memorable. How happy I am that I have begun to understand the difference between need, want and love.
I have lately been bombarded on social media with requests to donate to people’s various fundraisers for their cherished causes. I totally applaud the impulse and often share their passion for the cause. However, if I were to donate even $5 to each of these I would soon go broke. Maybe the idea is that if we all have different networks it will spread the pain far enough out for them to all be successful; I hope so.
And of course, social media is filled with dissent, anger, opinion and sometimes calls to action. Mostly though they are “fact” and opinion and this is the case for whatever position or affiliation is being espoused. Some of the “facts” are undoubtedly true, at least I believe them. Some are obviously false. No matter, it is irrelevant to my point here.
Most of us believe, in the the current state of affairs in this country, that some action is required. True for everyone, again, of whatever affiliation. And most of us are not shy about saying, posting, writing whatever action we think should be taken. There are very few of us who are doing what we are asking others to do.
I think there is a significant lack of doing in this country today. There are some clear exceptions to this rule. An example is the courageous teachers of the Los Angeles public schools. Many see it as harming the students but the conditions under which the students and teachers labor is not acceptable nor conducive to learning. The teachers, with the support of many of the parents, are striking for nurses, librarians, resources and a living wage – all good for their students.
The Women’s March on Washington, that I attended and that took place on the day after President Trump’s inauguration, was an inspiring and amazing experience. Now, however, it has been co-opted in many ways. Some have it as synonymous with the “women’s movement”, some with “me too”, some as an up raising of women of color. It was none of those things, it was a civil action intended to send a message. The follow up has been fractured and ineffective and does not send a useful message. I am a woman, I am me too, I believe in political action but I am not sure where to put my action.
And no matter where I put my action, it is action that is required. It is doing, it is being what you believe. I recycle although I think it is mostly useless as I am told that there is a shortage of companies buying recycled material. But I keep faith with the idea that it has to be effective eventually. So don’t just write about what you believe should happen, figure out what you can actually do, and be what you believe. Political action and social change may start on social media, but they don’t end there.
This week’s Torah portion is, as always, chock full of things and covers quite the span of time. Significantly, Moses is born and his life is defined early on by acts of compassion and love, first by his mother who fears for his life and next by Pharoah’s daughter in defiance of his order that all Hebrew boy children be killed. Pharoah’s distrust of the Israelites is formed essentially by the fact that they are multiplying, that their families are growing and so he attempts to limit them by killing them off.
A great deal else happens in this very first book of Exodus but I think, at this season, we should talk about compassion, love and family. I listen to the news and read a Facebook feed and I hear people talk and I see bumper stickers and I am overwhelmed by the division, contempt, ignorance, rudeness and downright hatred. This to the point that I can barely stand to be part of the world.
And then, a package from one of my brothers arrives and in it is a canvas shopping bag inscribed large and in bright red “Be Optimistic”. Now that is a reminder. So I stop and think about my aging mother who loves me. About my brothers and their children who love me. I think about my friends who love me and who show me compassion when I am unlovable. I think about my students who I love. I think about my amazing son and his equally amazing fiance who love me and who I love more than anything. I stop and think about my life and how blessed I am.
The Torah portion reminds me of the sacrifice it takes to be a true leader of integrity, intelligence and courage. It reminds me of how dear our families and friends are. It reminds me that it takes great faith to do great things and that sometimes compassion is all that is needed to send someone on their way. It also reminds me that great faith and adherence to principle sometimes also demands great sacrifice and great courage.
I think in this season of many holidays that what is needed is not an argument about how we greet one another but that we act towards one another with compassion and love. We are, in the end all the same, united in the common bond of humanity. Be gracious, be grateful, love your family and those who matter, tell them often, look up at the moon and know we are all looking at the same beautiful sky. Whatever your faith, compassion, love and courage will carry us through.