Awake on a blusterous night

Nov 1st, 2009 | By | Category: Spirituality

The rain hitting the glass of the rooflight above the landing last night was like handfuls of gravel hitting the window; each gust would bring a fresh rattling sound.

In the darkness of the early hours, all sort of thoughts go through the mind.  Often memories of times past replay themselves, days when the children were young come back with vividness.  The voice of Alan Bennett floats into the consciousness.  No-one captures Winnie the Pooh as well as Bennett and his tones were our companion through many journeys.  What would Bennett’s voice have said of such a night?

It would have been the voice of Owl, “It was on just such a blusterous day as this that my Uncle Robert-“.

The recall of Bennett’s storytelling brings a smile – it was blusterous weather that led Piglet to do a very noble thing.  Owl’s house has blown down and they are searching for new accommodation:

So, in a little while, they came  to  the  house  which Eeyore  had  found, and just before they came to it, Piglet was nudging Pooh, and  Pooh  was nudging  Piglet,  and  they  were saying,  “It is!” and “It can’t be!” and “It’s really!” to each other.

“There!” said Eeyore  proudly,  stopping  them  outside  Piglet’s house. “And the name on it, and everything!”

“Oh!”  cried  Christopher  Robin,  wondering whether to laugh or what.

“Just the house for Owl. Don’t  you  think  so,  little Piglet?”

And  then  Piglet did a Noble Thing, and he did it in a sort of dream, while he was thinking of all the wonderful words Pooh had hummed about him.
“Yes, it’s just the house for Owl,”  he  said  grandly.

“And  I  hope  he’ll  be  very happy in it.” And then he gulped twice, because he had been very happy in it himself.

“What do you think, Christopher Robin?” asked Eeyore  a little anxiously, feeling that something wasn’t quite right.

Christopher  Robin  had a question to ask first, and he was wondering how to ask it.
“Well,” he said at last, “it’s a very nice  house,  and if  your  own  house is blown down, you must go somewhere else,  mustn’t you, Piglet? What would you do, if your house was blown down?”
Before Piglet could think, Pooh answered for him.

“He’d come and live with me,” said Pooh, “wouldn’t you, Piglet?”

Piglet squeezed his paw.

“Thank you, Pooh,” he said, “I should love to.”

There are books on Pooh and philosophy, perhaps someone has written on Pooh and theology.  Deep within the heart of that Bear of very little brain there is a gentle saintliness that could more readily subvert the consumerist individualism of the 21st Century than could countless sermons.

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  1. Without a doubt. Many a moral in House at Pooh Corner!

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