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Once upon a Now nearby, \u201cBe But the \u201cBe still,\u201d And the \u201cBe still,\u201d And this time the elephant was so tired of \u201cBe still,\u201d \u201cBe \u201cNow \u201cBreathe?! I am breathing,\u201d yelled the elephant. \u201cBreath in And whole And then the And when the ************************* Ever lose Copyright Joseph Anthony of the Wonder Child Blog<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Once upon a time there was an elephant standing in a pond happily eating some twigs. The twigs were so tasty and nutritious that he felt like he was in heaven. He was having a splendid time. Now the elephant happened to find the most delicious stick on the tree. It was so delicious, so […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[16],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/256"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=256"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/256\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=256"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=256"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=256"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\ntime there was an elephant standing in a pond happily eating some twigs. The twigs were so tasty and nutritious that
\nhe felt like he was in heaven. He was
\nhaving a splendid time. Now the elephant
\nhappened to find the most delicious stick on the tree. It was so delicious, so scrumptious that it
\nmade him the happiest elephant in the whole jungle. And as he was about to take another bite of
\nthat fibrous stick, it suddenly slipped from his trunk and kerplopped into the
\nwater. And do you know what that
\nelephant did next? He went crazy trying
\nto find that stick! He splashed and
\nthrashed and stomped his feet in anger and the more he splashed and the more he
\nthrashed what do you suppose happened to the water? It got muddier and muddier and the muddier it
\ngot, the harder and harder it became to find his stick.
\nsitting on a log, basking in the sun was a green frog with gold-speckled
\neyes. The frog sat there watching the
\nelephant frantically stomping around looking for his stick, and finally he said
\nin a quiet voice:
\nstill.\u201d
\nelephant wasn\u2019t listening. He was too
\nbusy splashing around.
\nwhispered the frog.
\nelephant kept on splashing.
\nthe frog said again.
\nfighting and splashing, that he stopped and said, \u201cWhat did you say?\u201d
\nrepeated the frog.
\nstill? What good will that do?\u201d yelled
\nthe elephant. \u201cDon\u2019t you understand I\u2019ve lost the tastiest stick in the whole
\njungle? How can you expect me to be
\nstill? I\u2019ve got to find it!\u201d
\nbreathe,\u201d said the frog.
\nslowly and deeply,\u201d said the frog, \u201cbreathe in the stillness of the mountains.\u201d
\n
\ntime the elephant stood there talking with the frog, learning to breathe, what
\nwas happening to the water of the pond?
\nThe mud and the dirt were settling in the stillness.
\nfrog said, \u201cNow look down.\u201d
\nelephant looked down, there was the stick!
\nThe elephant was so happy. He
\nreached down and wrapped the end of his trunk around that stick and pulled it
\nout and started munching again.
\nyour patience? Your temper? Your perspective? Hope?
\nTreasure this story in your heart and open it up whenever you need some
\ncomfort and direction. Sometimes the
\nbest thing we can do is to be still and watch as everything settles into
\ncalmness and clarity around us; the right answer comes; we find what we thought
\nwas lost. Sometimes the situation requires
\naction rather than stillness, and so we act\u2014but from a place of stillness. Either way\u2014in stillness or in action–breathe\u2014always
\nbreathe\u2026slowly, consciously, fully. The
\nmore oxygen you get to your brain the better. <\/font>And sometimes
\nthe direction we need in the most frantic of times comes as a whisper.<\/span> <\/span>Lastly, sometimes the wisdom we need comes
\nfrom unlikely sources.<\/span> <\/span>Be open to the
\nteachers around you.<\/span><\/p>\n\n<\/p>\n