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Saturday, April 17, 2010

pooh.

I hate HATE what Disney has done to classic pooh.  The originals as written by A.A. Milne are among my favorite books.  They are beautifully written and have nearly nothing in common with the fat yellow bear and cutesy cartoonish characters on baby clothes and tv.  A.A. Milne dreamed up Pooh and his friends in the Hundred Acre Wood, using his son's stuffed animals as models, to be bedtime stories for him and only put them to paper once his boy was grown up and Milne was wistful for him.  He lived in England, of course, where nearly all lovely things come from and the originals are dripping with goodness.  Get your hands on some now.
So tonight I snuggled in with Gussie and some classic Pooh and read this:

Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.
"Pooh?" he whispered.
"Yes, Piglet?"
"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw.  "I just wanted to be sure of you."
                             ~from The House At Pooh Corner

And I nearly wept thinking of the sweetness of this.  I do that.  Often, in the quiet of the night I go and lay a hand on one of my baby's gently rising and falling back and just spend a second being sure of them.  I do this with Dan in the middle of the night when I roll over and reach out to feel his smooth shoulder, just to be sure of him.  And I do this with God.  Especially when things are crazy and I'm done, just done, and I feel so empty.  I sidle up to God, through prayer, the Bible, being still and listening.  I know he's present.  He promises that he always is.  But sometimes I forget and then I have to find a way to sidle up.  Just to be sure.

1 comment:

  1. me too. thank you for that reminder in an already crazy day :)

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