Elephants

Every room of our home has a dragonfly or elephant in it. Most of you know why the dragonflies. But If you’ve wondered why elephants, here it is.

Posted by one of the girls in the handmade community (originally by Jen Hatmaker):

“Jordan Peterson we are your group of elephants and we got you Mama. We will be here surrounding you and protecting you as long as you need. You are never alone. 🐘🐘🐘

See, in the wild, when a mama elephant is giving birth, all the other female elephants in the herd back around her in formation. They close ranks so that the delivering mama cannot even be seen in the middle. They stomp and kick up dirt and soil to throw attackers off the scent and basically act like a pack of badasses.

They surround the mama and incoming baby in protection, sending a clear signal to predators that if they want to attack their friend while she is vulnerable, they’ll have to get through 40 tons of female aggression first.

When the baby elephant is delivered, the sister elephants do two things: they kick sand or dirt over the newborn to protect its fragile skin from the sun, and then they all start trumpeting, a female celebration of new life, of sisterhood, of something beautiful being born in a harsh, wild world despite enemies and attackers and predators and odds.

Scientists tell us this: They normally take this formation in only two cases – under attack by predators like lions, or during the birth of a new elephant.

This is what we do, girls. When our sisters are vulnerable, when they are giving birth to new life, new ideas, new ministries, new spaces, when they are under attack, when they need their people to surround them so they can create, deliver, heal, recover…we get in formation. We close ranks and literally have each others’ backs. You want to mess with our sis? Come through us first. Good luck.

And when delivery comes, when new life makes its entrance, when healing finally begins, when the night has passed and our sister is ready to rise back up, we sound our trumpets because we saw it through together. We celebrate! We cheer! We raise our glasses and give thanks.

Maybe you need this too. If you are closing ranks around a vulnerable sister, or if your girls have you surrounded while you are tender, this is how we do it.

There is no community like a community of women.”

Elephants have been my favorite animal for as long as I can remember, I’ve always admired how brilliant and wise they are. They emotionally connect to their surroundings, and to others in a way most animals do not. Elephants can paint, they can converse, they can comprehend, they can feel emotion. Elephants celebrate, and they mourn. This is one of many things I’ve been tied to my entire life only to find out since Sloan’s death, that it has held some great, extensive meaning I never fathomed.

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