There’s a moment in the book “The House at Pooh Corner” that has always stayed with me:
Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.
The House at Pooh Corner, by A. A. Milne
“Pooh!” he whispered.
“Yes, Piglet?”
“Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s paw. “I just wanted to be sure of you.”
I had one of those moments last night, and messaged a friend I’ve not spoken to for quite some time. This is where those that know me will start to shake their head, and smile at the contrariness of it all. I could swear the universe was up to something.
For the last several days – in the quietest moments – it was almost like a whisper on the wind. A calling to reach out. I don’t understand it, and don’t particularly want to pick it to pieces too much. Sometimes it doesn’t do to reach behind the curtain – sometimes it’s better to just admire the magic.
Anyway. That was all really.
We all have our Piglet moments sometimes.
After getting up this morning I wandered into the kitchen and was immediately confronted with a bargain of sorts. If I went to the corner shop to buy milk, my middle daughter would make me coffee and a bacon sandwich. While walking to the shop, I smiled to myself – realising that these are the stories I should write down – the stories I should remember.
3 replies on “A Piglet Moment”
Ahhh ha! Love this! The smile unexplainable joy of THIS! Good for you, is it the desire to be seen? To be known? … as you know, for me I like to call it… the whisper within. Best to you.
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Oh, I think I just miss somebody, and they’ve been in my thoughts recently 🙂 Nothing THAT mysterious about it. I suppose it’s a bit like when you can’t remember something, and then next morning you wake up and the memory is just sitting there in plain view.
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I love those moments! ❤
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