“…an elephant has escaped from a traveling roadside zoo just west of Reno on its way somewhere with the help of a lovely young woman not from around here…”
—The Reno Gazette Journal
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I have been chewing on this little gem of a headline in the zoo of my mind that my eyes stumbled upon in the local newspaper a few weeks ago.
The lighthearted mystery behind this one little headline has stuck with me the entire time.
It's a headline that seemingly knows not the containment of any boundaries for such a silly little love story.
I know that these days there is so much blossoming horror going on around us in this mean ole world. Say for instance, the inhumane conservatively communist invasion of Ukraine, skyrocketing fucking inflation, both statist and federal judicial branches stripping women from their God given right to the freedom of choice, kids killing kids hand over fist, cops crucifying innocent civilians, living in a constant state of hopeless media driven rollercoaster of division and fear, and just as well self-righteous greed and economic gluttony. Hell, even a political party dressed up like a Koreshian cult on a sunny day in January way on back in DC.
The list goes on and on and on and on, and et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. So the fact that an elephant escaping from a traveling roadside zoo just west of Reno on its way somewhere with the help of a lovely young woman that's not from around here, might not really be as important to you as it is to me, the one writing this.
But I often wonder about it and see the simplicity of this silly little love story as a sort of high resolution telescope that helps me to zoom in on the great beyond of my wildest dreams with crystal clear clarity.
I wonder if the elephant and her pretty little ass ran off into the wilderness just west of here somewhere near the sanctuary where the bluebird always goes to sing.
Maybe she’s riding the untamed gentle beast off into the sunset as we speak, towards a land far far away from the horrors of here. Or maybe they are both lost to this day, roaming around the fear, scared, in pain, anxious as hell, a little bit famished, extremely tired, and very afraid of what tomorrow may bring.
As for the latter, I really don't think so, as I'm aware that she is one tough cookie. And that both she and the elephant are in good hands with each other.
Because I believe that they out there somewhere chasing each other around the wilderness happy and unaware of the horrors of hell going on here. I like to think that maybe she’s feeding the gentle beast his favorite afternoon snack of peanuts and coca-cola, while he keeps her warm at night curled up around her heart and soul. Maybe he showers her and her garden of wildflowers with his wiggling trumpet of a snout every damn morning, somewhere in a beautiful mountainous oasis surrounded by the walls of serrated Sierra granite like a fortified library of literary love.
It is true that when I say that something not of this world deep within my old soul tingles from my head to my toes, as the creative pixelated ink of these words dry at the moment.
I feel that instead of worrying about whether or not she is scared and afraid, or one hundred and one percent content with being lost in the wilderness of love and living off the grid, that she is perfectly okay.
So in the foreshadow of my journey back into the wilderness within I shall keep trying my creative hand at making sure she has a heartwarming place to hide via profound written words and sweet silly stories. If only to accentuate the positive vibration of humanity.
It is just as well, I hope that one of these days I'll stumble upon that elephant again, and ride the beast off into the sunset myself, with her riding along arms wrapped my heart, just to tell me how I'm doing it all either right or wrong.
If not, then so be it. It is what it is.
Because it is without a single solitary doubt in my soul, she will get the gentle beast back to the veldts of a cosmic wilderness where he’s always belonged.
One way, or another.
Til the next time.
Yours Truly,
Ryan Love
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