My friend Diondra is super into yoga. After I left Expedia, even though I only knew her for a few months, she convinced me to go to Wanderlust in Whistler and do yoga with her for 5 days. It was actually awesome and I’ve gone to several since then.

It was at the first Wanderlust where the intro to a yoga class began with a story I’ll never forget, although I will likely not deliver it as eloquently as the instructor.

She told a story of a man in India who discovered a small town up in the hills. The town was beautiful and full of vibrant art, handmade goods and produced amazing produce and other delectable treats. He moved to the town and thought to himself that others should see this beautiful place. He decided that in order to attract others to the town, he would host a parade, including having a gorgeous elephant at the end of the parade. He decided to have vendors along the parade path, so everyone who came could enjoy the food and art at the same time.

Hundreds of people showed up and the parade was beautiful. It was at the end, when the crown jewel of the parade, the elephant, should have made the biggest impact. The elephant started walking down the street, but soon became overcome with the joyous scents of all the food on display along the street. The elephant just couldn’t help himself and quickly deviated from the parade path, knocking over people, stands and making an utter mess of the place. People screamed and ran off and the man was embarrassed and hung his head.

A woman from the village came to the man and asked if she could work with the elephant and if the man could give it another shot. The man said he didn’t know but there was no harm is trying.

The woman worked with the elephant. She adorned his trunk with beautiful decoration and trained him to focus on it during the parade. Sure enough, on parade day, the elephant focused on the decoration, not allowing itself to become distracted by all the chaos and distractions going on around it.

My living room now has a silver elephant on the shelf. Namaste.

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