While I was struggling to write my next blog post about my Thailand elephant adventure—a struggle which has been particularly embarrassing since I put the words “part one” in the subheading of last week’s post, and so not having part two ready to go already feels like I have a loaded gun at my head—my girlfriend sent me the photo below:
So imagine this assassin standing behind me, call him “Mr. Part One,” who was mild-mannered and loving humanity a week ago when he was on the page, but now he’s pissy and homicidal because he just wants to hold me to my word and see this “Mr. Part Two” I was promising. His dead fish-finger is on the trigger, the gun barrel is tapping my skull, and he doesn’t care about anything else, like me eating or sleeping or feeding the cats, and he certainly isn’t interested in me getting all googly-eyed over a picture of an elephant floating in a womb.
Like anyone would do with a gun to their head—I tell him to hold on for a second.
Besides the fact that this image is just flat-out cool, there is something that it is illuminating deep inside me, a firecracker spinning and popping down into a warren of green and blue glowing caves that leads to who-knows-where. So I’m going to duck a few hundred shrieking bats and try to see what’s down here inside me.
In a literal sense the photo above is, of course, “just” an elephant. But since in the few pockets of the world where they still roam they’re either vulnerable or endangered—what with poaching, exploitation, habitat destruction, and their own super-long gestation period (two years from conception to birth)—there’s no “just” about even one elephant. Most people reading this will likely never see one except in a photograph. So looking at this image reminds me of how unique and fragile the entire species is. Even a powerful giant like an elephant is vulnerable in the womb—and at this point the entire species is hanging by a thread “in the womb.” Imagine losing such a remarkable creature.
Another facet of the image is that I see a resemblance to a human: look at the head, blot out the trunk and ears and focus on the eye and the mouth: those two features in particular, at this stage in the womb, make me think of a human baby.
Most mammals are born with 90% of their brain weight—they are who they are and know what they know at birth. Humans are born with 28% of their adult brain weight, which reflects what will be a long and complex learning process from birth to adulthood. Elephants are born with 35% of theirs—pretty close to humans—and they learn as they grow just like us.
Also like humans elephants grieve, play, mimic behaviors, learn to use tools, show compassion, cooperation, self-awareness, and even communicate with each other.
We already know about their long memories. They also live about as long as humans: 50-70 years. And, if you happen to die first, and are particularly nice to elephants, like famed conservationist Lawrence Anthony, they might even make the trip to attend your funeral. (The Facebook page describing this incident is here and it has a striking photo of the “funeral procession.”)
When I look at the womb photo I also think of elephant astronauts floating in space. I can’t help it. I imagine them in baggy silver space suits and dark-visored helmets that make them look like they’re all wearing giant-sized Ray Bans. They are treading zero gravity up there, pumping their tree trunk legs, and clenching death ray pistols in their trunks so they can repel space aliens. I could go on with this one.
Looking at the photo again and digging deeper… in the last year or two I’ve spoken to some close friends about how I feel like I’ve been “reborn” just in the past couple of years. So when I look at this image I think of all the garbage dumps, sucking swamps, and blasted-out moonscapes that I’ve walked through to get here. All the alcoholism, workaholism, fear, low self-esteem, people pleasing, all the crap-sandwich years of mostly self-imposed suffering—they’re all fading away like old shitty 70’s polaroids in a cheap flip book that I threw into the trash can.
Now I feel like I am this baby elephant right after birth—wobbly and falling on his ass a lot… and yet with this new gentleness, compassion, and capacity for great strength and power.
My tusks are coming in quite nicely.
I also see in this image the thing I am doing right now, in this moment, with “Mr. Part One” standing behind me with the loaded gun, rolling his yellowy snake eyes at me.
I am writing.
As a boy I was writing almost since the moment I could read. I never learned how to hold a pencil properly—I squeezed the pencil in a caveman grip like I was trying to strangle it—so I would write and write and get big ugly blisters.
I stopped writing in my 20’s when alcoholism and “careerism” got me in their grips. I didn’t write too much more than emails for over twenty years. My career in that time was as a trailer editor, and I wrote some copy for the trailers I cut here and there—mostly out of necessity, to fit what I was cutting.
If I saw a trailer I cut on the big screen I was less impressed with my edits than if the copy I wrote made it to the final version: I’d smile and say to whoever I was with, “I wrote that”—exactly like a six year-old boy would say it.
But copy writing to a writer is like being a champion long distance runner who is shut in a tiny room with a creaky treadmill.
I thought I would die without really writing anything ever again. I was terrified of this—because deep down I knew, I knew that I needed to strangle a pencil again.
You know that expression “the elephant in the room”? Well, the elephant in my womb was the writing… it was always there, and it turns out that I didn’t need to worry about never writing again.
Because you know, that’s a freaking elephant in there, and it has to come out.
So as I perform a judo move on “Mr. Part One”, disarming him, whapping him on the bridge of his nose with the butt of the gun, and telling him “Mr. Part Two” will come out when he’s good and ready…
What I want to know is, do you have an elephant inside of you?
I’d like to hear about it.
This is my favorite blog post of yours yet–and that is saying something! My elephant living inside me is the book I am finally writing. Slowly, it’s getting ready to come right out!
Yes, I think you’re right Diahann. And from what you’ve let me read I think it’s brilliant and will make a difference in a lot of people’s lives–and may just bring out the “elephant” in them as well. Good luck with writing the rest of it–I can’t wait to read it. And thank you for reading this blog and all your wonderful comments. 🙂
Thank you -that means a lot to me. I am loving this “elephant inside of me” that you talk about… it’s a pretty empowering idea.. how not to worry cuz the elephant has got to come out. Thanks for that, Michael!
I loved this post of yours…I’m most impressed that you decided to use the ‘gentle way’ on that “Mr. Part One” guy. Nice move 🙂
Coincidently, I think that my latest blog post is definitely about the elephant within me (and within everyone else too, really). It’s this certain kind of…um…Universal Love 🙂
Lol… thank you. Yes, I read your lovely post and I think you’re right. Perhaps I could have saved 500 words or so. 🙂 I guess however we arrive there–it’s all good. 🙂
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A Fantastic Post,it is definitely bringing out the Elephant man in me 🙂
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Wow–two years from conception to birth is incredible! Thank you for writing such an informative and heartfelt blog. 🙂
Thank you, Michelle. 🙂
What a great post and also what a kind girlfriend of yours!
When I read about your pressure to finish part two just because you wrote part one in the post before ….I felt that I have to say that I’m “sorry” for writing in my latest comment ” I’m looking forward to part three! :-)….I wrote minutes before I read this post. So please don’t feel any stress for part 3,4,5 🙂 ha,ha
Take it as the compliment to you as a writer, as it is!
Thanks, yeah… sometimes I put pressure on myself but I’ve lightened up even since that post. Thanks so much for reading and saying such nice things. 🙂
You’re so welcome. 🙂
I put it this way instead..I look forward to read your next post, whenever it comes :-))