I was reminded of a passage from one of my favorite children’s stories. From A.A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner:

“By the time it came to the edge of the Forest, the stream had grown up, so that it was almost a river, and, being grown-up, it did not run and jump and sparkle along as it used to do when it was younger, but moved more slowly. For it knew now where it was going, and it said to itself, ‘There is no hurry. We shall get there some day.’ But all the little streams higher up in the Forest went this way and that, quickly, eagerly, having so much to find out before it was too late.”

As the story is told, the curious bear sat perched upon a bridge – watching the waters whisk briskly below.

At first one, then another pine cone dropped to the water as Pooh raced to view their passage from the other side. With each he noted an entirely different course, one that seemed to incorporate the whimsy of ‘stream’.

It was a ‘drowsy summer afternoon, and the Forest was full of gentle sounds’, he reflected, including that of both happenstance and purpose.

It was the first in a long line of zen observations, that of letting things happen in much their own way.

In this story, the water is a metaphor for spirit; while the bubbling brook, a manifestation of being.

We all struggle with this, my loves – from time to time. We inherently plan, we must know in advance. Though, sometimes only the best adventures evolve from this space of letting go.

Though, “sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.”

In peace, my loves ~

Namaste ❤️