“I say, Pooh, why aren’t you busy?” I said.
“Because it’s a nice day!” said Pooh.
“Yes, but….”
“Why ruin it?” he said.
“But you could be doing something important!” I said.
“I am!” said Pooh.
“Oh doing what?”
“Listening!” he said, “listening to the birds and that squirrel over there!”
“What are they saying?” I asked.
“That it’s a nice day!” said Pooh.
“But you know that already!” I said.
“Yes, but it’s always good to hear that somebody else thinks so too!” he replied.
Benjamin Hoff [1982] ‘The Tao of Pooh’
I feel very much like Pooh today. It was such a lovely day, I didn’t want to ruin it by doing, doing, doing. But of course it was a work day. I managed to muddle through and my reward was a nice run on the trail. It was colder out today so I had the path to myself. As I ran I noticed an eagle in one of the trees, some small birds in the bush, and evidence that the beaver family had been at work. The water in the slough flowed gently, the sign of not enough rain and melting snow. And the cherry trees are full of pink flowers. All of nature was in agreement, it was a very nice day.
Perfect connections! A run instead of running!
Bonnie
If I still had a classroom of my own this year, I think it would’ve been one of those days to take Writing Workshop outside. So beautiful!
The photo of the shoes says it all–feet crossed easily at the ankles, nice sun, nice path. Nice all the way around, Juliann. Thanks!