out of the mouths of babes

on march 31, i posted about the karma cabin- a lil place on thingstobehappyabout.com
in that post, i shared a list (i've posted it again because i'm spastic and it's a real pain in my ass to keep going back and forth so just hush or go read something else)

What i found were some things i really liked...

• be comfortable with contradictory ideas in your mind
• burn candles
• harmonize your actions with the way life really is
• clear out files seasonally
• make lots of good changes
• cut toxic people out of your life
• be aware of life's possibilities
• stay centered or return to your center
• ask, "What is the best that could happen?"
• take a nap every Sunday
• know that every right implies a responsibility
• learn about other cultures
• read the wisdom of Winnie the Pooh to children
• when you ask people how they are, really listen to the response

guess what appealed to me today? yep, winnie the pooh. i love winnie the pooh. so i googled winnie the pooh's words of wisdom and a bunch of them struck me for all kinds of reasons- i IM'd most of those to wick (he was a good sport about it but i could tell i was beginning to annoy him), but here are a few more that really resonated with me.

• 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.
  
  
• You can't help respecting anybody who can spell TUESDAY, even if he doesn't spell it right; but spelling isn't everything. There are days when spelling Tuesday simply doesn't count.
  
  
• Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.

i wish i knew everything that the river and all its inhabitants seem to know instinctively. when i was a little girl feeling troubled, i used to go to this little tree that grows on a forgotten and overlooked point near the mighty mississippi. from my perch, i could watch the traffic on the old river bridge and when peeps came from the louisiana side, i could see their faces. i used to tally expressions- how many were smiling or laughing, how many were mad, how many were singing to some music...yeah, i already know i'm weird- it's all good. anyways, i remember seeing one dood who was bawling his eyes out and i thought about him for the longest time- wonder what his story was. wonder why he was hurting so much. hells, i used to wonder about all of them. wonder about their lives- where they were going, where they'd been, who they knew, where they worked, if they loved their children or if they regretted having them. and i knew that somehow the river already knew the answers to my questions. the river knew those peeps as soon as their cars hit the edge of the bridge- it could feel what i could see in their eyes.

and now i'm left wondering, what does that ole river know about me?