I like to be reminded that the world is a mysterious place and its inhabitants are just as mysterious. It seems to be a given. Mind you, I like that reminder to be positive and leave me filled with happy-happy-joy-joy but another given is that those reminders come in all sorts of ways. This past weekend I was reminded, in both joyful and tearful ways, of the mysteries of life.
As folks in the United States know, it was Mother’s Day on Sunday. I had a lovely day with my absolutely favorite four people in this world and that was a lovely gift in and of itself. And then last night, I ran across a link that stopped me for a bit. The story broke of the “Elephant Whisperer” Lawrence Anthony’s death and the apparent mourning of his death by the elephants he fought to protect. The article does a nice job of giving the history of Anthony’s work with the elephants as well as the mystery of how they knew he had died.
I love the times when we recognize that there is much more at work in this world than what we put into motion. Yes, we may have those nifty opposable thumbs and all those other perks to being the type of mammals that we are. However, I think we too easily overlook something powerful just because we can oppose those thumbs of ours.
We are all connected.