A photograph by John K. McGuirk
Monday, March 27, 2006
Sunday, March 26, 2006
The Tao of Pooh
"Well," said Pooh, "what I like best..."
and then he paused to think.
Because, although eating honey was very good,
there was also that moment just before eating honey...
that was even better!
But he couldn't think what he might call 'that.'
So there he sat, quietly, with Christopher Robin.
Smiling.
Content.
An excerpt from The Tao of Pooh by Benjamin Hoff
Friday, March 24, 2006
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