It's Huge. It's There. You can't hide it, sweep it under a rug, drape a nice linen table cloth over it.  No matter what you, or how hard you try and cover it up, the truth is it is a massive, stinking, giant of an animal, and it somehow squeezed it's way through its portal of choice into the room you find yourself.

So, what does one do when they find themselves in the presence of an elephant? Most people ignore it, thus the phrase is coined "Ignoring the Elephant In the Room".

I have been there.  An elephant standing in the room with me, and to be honest, I can't stand it.  I want the air to be clear of the presence of any pachyderms, no matter how difficult or embarrassing they might be. Because quite frankly, they stink. I believe we should embrace our elephants.  Talk about them openly.  Invite it to sit down on the couch with us and share our snack of choice.  How else will we ever convince them to leave. Only when we choose to openly discuss what is bothering us, causing us grief, or making us uncomfortable to we get the opportunity to tell the beast to get the heck out of our room.


It is not always easy, sometimes it takes some yelling, and often times tears, (especially from me, because I am a big sap)  But talking about the tusker is the ONLY WAY to convince it to hit the road, leaving the room open and free of over sized mammals.  Just remember though, if you ignore it, or dance around its massive legs, not only will it stick around, but it will also invite some friends to join the fun.

I don't know about all of the people who might read this, but the only place I want to see an elephant is at the zoo.  God Bless!

Ever take a look at a caterpillar.  They Are kind of freaky looking, some even down right gross.  Personally I would not want to be a creepy, crawly, worm like creature that had to move from place to place just hoping that there weren't any birds around to eat me, kids around to torture me, or adults with size ten shoes to accidentally step on me. It seams like it would be kind of a rough, un-fulfilling life.

But, all of that being said.  I would love to be a butterfly.  To flutter from place to place on the warm breezes of summer, be admired for the balance of strength, beauty, and delicate design. Visit every brightly colored flower in every garden I could find.  Now that would be the life.  But wait...oh darn it, If I want to ever be a butterfly, first I have to be, ugh, a caterpillar.  If I ever want to be all that God had intended for me to be I guess I have to get used to crawling on my belly for a while, because with out that, I would never grow the wings that I needed to fly.

A lot of times we feel that we are alone, broken, falling apart. When I saw this dock on the side of the road that is what came to mind. It also came to my attention how peaceful it looked, standing out there, the framework still resisting the elements almost as if to say, I still matter, I still exist, I am something real.

I believe that a photo truly can speak to us. I hope this one speaks to you, and reminds you even when you feel washed up, broken down, and like you are falling apart, as long as you are alive, you matter.