WISDOM FROM WINNIE THE POOH, PIGLET AND EEYORE
I know it’s an odd title, but there are all kinds of thoughts swirling around my mind
this week. I wondered if I should write something about
the Service of Prayers for Healing in the Iona Tradition
which will be at the church this Sunday night – perhaps
focusing on what true healing of whatever troubles us is
all about. But it seemed too self-serving, kind of like
another way of advertising.
I wondered if I should focus on the vigil to be held this Tuesday night at 7:00 p.m.
at the Islamic Centre at the corner of Broadway and Queen Streets to mark the second
anniversary of the Mosque Massacre in Quebec
City – perhaps focusing on the need to build
bridges instead of walls, all through education,
through solidarity and through dialogue. However,
it, too, seemed like another example of advertising.
I pondered some more, thinking back to my oldest
daughter’s teenage years. We would shrug our shoulders
when the dirty laundry pilled up on her bedroom floor ankle
deep and she would spend hours quietly playing her acoustic
guitar cocooned in the middle of her bed. We would interrupt
her sojourn from time to time, reminding her to finish her
homework while offering to help. After all, it was worse in the
long winter nights when her depression really sucked the
energy and any motivation from her. Was this kind of story too
personal to share?
I still couldn’t decide on what to write. To procrastinate,
I started lurking on Facebook. Ironically, my theme crystalized
as I read the following story by A. A. Milne and E. H. Shepherd
posted by a Facebook friend:
It occurred to Pooh and Piglet that they
hadn’t heard from Eeyore for several days, so
they put on their hats and coats and trotted
across the Hundred Acre Wood to Eeyore’s stick
house. Inside the house was Eeyore.
“Hello, Eeyore,” said Pooh.
Mandy
