This morning, a post that is pretty impulsive. I am not generally impulsive, but then, I have lived a very controlled existence for most of my life. While things in this regard are improving, sometimes it is good to be given a reminder. Worrying about image is such a burden, and who suffers most from the choice of an inappropriate public image more than the perpetrator, me in this case?
This morning on the radio, they were talking about Winnie the Pooh.
It reminded me of the cute little honey lover's creator, A.A. Milne,
and that reminded me of my childhood, and from there, a cautionary poem
by the same author. Perhaps I should have been wiser, and taken its
message to heart, but after all, I was only seven when I read this for
the first time:
King John was not a good man —
He had his little ways.
And sometimes no one spoke to him
For days and days and days.
I still have the book, sitting on my lap right now, "Now We Are Six", by A.A. Milne, with 'decorations' by Earnest H. Shepard. Oh how I loved those illustrations; still do. :)
Read the whole poem King John's Christmas here. I would hold the book up and read to you if you were sitting round the rocking chair with me, but this will have to do kids.
Hugs to all,