Their great secret is that they know everything is a tide-not a black tide, but the natural breath of life-in and out, in and out, and to be with them is to know this too, And here they were, suddenly lifting the weight of our sadness for us, carrying it in the curl of their trunks. If they so choose, they have the ability to hold your sadness so you may safely sit in the lonely seat of loss, still hopeful and full of love.
They carry stories from generations back, as far as when their ancestors wore fur coats, That is why, when you are close to an elephant, you feel so deeply. They live closer to tree time than we do, and their memories reside in the soul of their species, which dwarfs them in size, is untouchable, and lives on forever to honor every story. An elephant's memories don't reside in organ or skin or bone. MoFos used to say that an elephant never forgets and until this very moment, I hadn't understood what that really meant.
It's how they walk with the world's weight on their shoulders, sensitive, noble, their hearts pulsing and as wide open as the great grey leaves that are their ears. But their size is not what makes the heart skip a beat.
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