tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815993145588745431.post3557641634622378969..comments2023-12-30T15:57:34.373-05:00Comments on Kendra's Notebook: Sweet Story of an ElephantKendra Crossenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11253370916985435163noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815993145588745431.post-45363499630639686572007-08-14T06:30:00.000-04:002007-08-14T06:30:00.000-04:00Just found this lovely bit of interactive what-not...Just found this lovely bit of interactive what-not!<BR/>It's great. I have been thinking of spreading Baba's words by way of a message in a bottle, thrown into my local river which runs quite fast eventually reaching London and the Thames. Any suggestions for 'messages'?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815993145588745431.post-16466113891344658702007-08-14T06:27:00.000-04:002007-08-14T06:27:00.000-04:00KendraI loved the story of the elephant. I was in ...Kendra<BR/>I loved the story of the elephant. I was in India in '76 but before I went, I had told everyone in England that I wanted to see an elephant. When we got there we were met by by Baba's brother Jal and he took us to the zoo in Poona. Sure enough there was an elephant, but not just any old elephant. Somehow Jal had access to the elephant's cage and in we went. Jal said her name was Sumitra and that Baba had taught her a few tricks. Jal told me to drop a coin and sure enough Sumitra picked it up with her trunk and handed it back to me. Sumitra allowed me to hug her trunk and kept 'sniffing'? my feet. One of a many memorable memories.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com