May this new year bring freedom and love to many!
After several months in Thailand, we’re now back in Sri Lanka, moving forward with good people all working together to rescue illegally captured juvenile elephants, as well as helping both subsistence farmers and wild elephants who are trapped in a cycle of Human/Elephant conflict deep within the interior of the country.
The work takes far more patience than what comes naturally…Such changes require the willingness to have open minded dialogues with foreign cultures and conflicting attitudes, the capacity to set the ego aside to cultivate a network which embraces the skills of diverse groups and individuals, and the resiliency to hold the immense suffering of the elephants and people alike until our one goal is met: to create a world where compassion trumps captivity for both the elephant and the human heart.
It is easy to turn away when what lies in front of us seems impossible to change. But with my own eyes I am witnessing daily the power of possibility as the tide shifts toward an advocacy born of an open heart across many belief systems. As the new year approaches, these potent changes for the good will continue in great thanks to all of those who refused to quit or to play dirty, but withstood the building pressures of anger and sadness, remaining steadfast in allowing What Moves Them To Move The World.
Heart of Ganesh founder and executive director Sundari Sitaram moves thousands of miles from home to help change the future for elephants. Read more about her journey here: …
If you were to tell Sundari Sitaram three years ago that she’d be spending her 51st birthday on her way to live in a bungalow in rural Thailand, she’d have never believed you.
“I thought living out of your backpack was something you did in your 20s, so it’s pretty funny to be 51 and living in the jungle,” she said.
In October, the former Camas woman sold everything she owned to buy a one-way ticket to a place more than 7,000 miles away from her comfortable life. And though moving across the world was a tough decision, it came down to one thing for Sitaram: the best way to create real change when it comes to the treatment of elephants in Southeast Asia was to be there.
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It’s time to question the story, knowing the ending is ours to change.
This 6 minute video with original music (turn it up!) is not just about animals on chains, but about the disconnect in how we feel about elephants and how we treat them. It’s past time to question cultural norms and define the legacy we seek to leave behind.
Throughout history and across cultures, elephants have been in our stories, in our myths, and in our hearts. Symbolic of many faiths and of strongly held beliefs, we hold them so dear and yet don’t consider the cost.
One by one we can turn it around, leaving a legacy of kindness, wonder, and awe. Please consider helping us educate and empower others to take compassionate action for elephants, and for people, around the world.
When I finally found the elephant I had traveled half way around the world to meet, she really wasn’t much of an elephant any more.
That little Temple Elephant swaying and straining against her chains slid into that scarred space behind my heart and would not let me forget what I’d seen.
The first day I met her I got good and lost walking to the temple through the noisy, disorienting city streets of Colombo. The birdsong and soft wild sounds of my previous few weeks in the rural villages of central Sri Lanka were replaced with what I’m pretty sure are the loudest horns on the most buses in the smallest area possible, and I couldn’t imagine how a holy Temple Elephant could live in the cacophony and feel it was holy from her point of view.
I smelled the incense steps before I turned the corner that finally brought me eye to eye with Ganga. Smoke from lanterns reverently lit spiraled upward, and flowers bathed the warm air in breezy sweetness as people on their way to pray for compassion streamed past the head-bobbing, empty-eyed little elephant.
Tourists from all over the world walked past her too, but usually after looking around the courtyard uncomfortably, willing themselves to make sense of the Temple’s reverential beauty juxtaposed against the forlorn little creature on display and the trash and refuse all around her. Not only did the emperor have no clothes on, but the elephant in the room seemed utterly invisible.
What to do?
In the village when I asked about a problem, the soft-spoken women would reply, “What to do?” and for the 3 days I watched people watch Ganga it became a mantra of sorts: What to do? What to do? When you implore “why isn’t anybody doing something about this” and still you don’t turn away, then you realize that “anybody” is you, and into the fire of transformation you go.
What do you do when you can’t turn away? You turn toward. You get off your couch or your cushion or your pew or your knees and you turn toward the very thing you wish you didn’t know.
The push I felt from Ganga was less of a request to “turn toward” and more of a sort of hurtling into the bubbling froth of grassroots activism, nonprofit start-ups, and a tip-to-tail tumbling into the stories about where the lives of people and elephants touch.
It’s a humbling practice as I try to work with a necessary patience that I never, ever feel, knowing each moment of every day she is still there, tied up in cultural servitude.
It’s been over a year now since I first learned about her, and half as long since I watched her repeatedly touch the tip of her trunk to the chain that shackled her front leg as she listlessly swayed toward some refuge in her memory.
Trumpeting and Charging Forward
A friend and I spoke to an enthusiastic group of 4th graders about an elephant at their local zoo who has lived in the exhibit for over 50 years, sharing how it is up to all of us to decide how to care for one another in the most merciful, humane way possible.
As the bell sounded for their next class, they were glowing with excitement, trumpeting and charging about, not unlike the small elephants whose future they had decided they would change. Hugging them and loving their conviction, I assured them “We can do it! We can do it!”
And then as we were leaving, a hopeful 9 year old girl excitedly asked me how many elephants I’ve saved so far. It was all I could do to answer her. Not one.