As I closed the door to our daughter sleeping (finally) this afternoon, I quieted past our busy bookshelf and Winnie-the-Pooh whispered to me. The opening words bumping down the page alongside the simple sketch: “Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn’t. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh.”
Responses tumbled, perhaps Pooh, or on second thoughts Owl like:
Tao of Pooh, Te of Piglet.
Me trying to control or change the way I react to life’s challenges e.g. our daughter approaching 2 years young and us all meeting her will and our own reflected in her colours and timbres of desire.
Bert Esser talking earlier in the week about (paraphrasing now), ‘Being on this great planet Earth to learn how to control our lower selves.’
Pooh’s good humoured nature, remembering parenting/wifing/relationships seem easier with a generous spoonful of humour.
Wondering if in fact all the musings of alternatives are in fact unnecessary and perhaps the bumping is bound to happen whether we’re ‘enlightened’, ‘aware’, ‘reflective’, ‘conscious’, ‘good or bad humoured’, or ?.
Cos here we are, each day, each moment, ready or not.
“Things just happen in the right way, at the right time. At least when you let them, when you work with circumstances instead of saying, ‘This isn’t supposed to be happening this way,’ and trying harder to make it happen some other way.”
― Benjamin Hoff, The Tao Of Pooh
“While Eeyore frets …
… and Piglet hesitates
… and Rabbit calculates
… and Owl pontificates
…Pooh just is.”
― Benjamin Hoff