The Blustery Day – By Pooh
Oh the wind is lashing lustily
And the trees are thrashing thrustily
And the leaves are rustling gustily
So it's rather safe to say
That it seems that it may turn out to be
It feels that it will undoubtedly
It looks like a rather blustery day, today
It sounds that it may turn out to be
Feels that it will undoubtedly
Looks like a rather blustery day today
Batten down the hatches, latch the windows and doors. It’s a tri-cities wind storm. In Pooh’s words, a blustery, very blustery, day.
I like Pooh. I always have. I like the permanent smile on his little bear face and his enduring optimism. The way he always treats his friends with kindness and love and tries to lift Eeyores spirits. And Eeyores spirits are forever needing lifting. He always has a good attitude about the weather and will even sing when the day turns stormy. We should all sing when our days turns stormy. Instead, we lock ourselves in our homes and wait out the storm, knowing it will go away eventually.
And it does. The storm. It goes away. Eventually. But by locking ourselves inside, what are we missing during the storm? Are we missing some incredible friendship time with Christopher Robin or a song with Piglet? Perhaps some bouncing with Tigger or gardening with Rabbit? There is nothing we can do about the storm raging around us. It’s going to rage. We have no control over the weather, but we can control our attitude towards the weather and what we do when it is storming.
Like Pooh, we can put a grin on our faces and meet the storm and let it blow us where it may. Wait and see where the storm leads us and enjoy the adventure it takes along the way. We can try to fight the storm, but the blustery wind will usually win out against our defenses.
So blow wind blow. Blustery day abound. Take me where you will. Pooh and I are ready for an adventure.
Oh the wind is lashing lustily
And the trees are thrashing thrustily
And the leaves are rustling gustily
So it's rather safe to say
That it seems that it may turn out to be
It feels that it will undoubtedly
It looks like a rather blustery day, today
It sounds that it may turn out to be
Feels that it will undoubtedly
Looks like a rather blustery day today
Batten down the hatches, latch the windows and doors. It’s a tri-cities wind storm. In Pooh’s words, a blustery, very blustery, day.
I like Pooh. I always have. I like the permanent smile on his little bear face and his enduring optimism. The way he always treats his friends with kindness and love and tries to lift Eeyores spirits. And Eeyores spirits are forever needing lifting. He always has a good attitude about the weather and will even sing when the day turns stormy. We should all sing when our days turns stormy. Instead, we lock ourselves in our homes and wait out the storm, knowing it will go away eventually.
And it does. The storm. It goes away. Eventually. But by locking ourselves inside, what are we missing during the storm? Are we missing some incredible friendship time with Christopher Robin or a song with Piglet? Perhaps some bouncing with Tigger or gardening with Rabbit? There is nothing we can do about the storm raging around us. It’s going to rage. We have no control over the weather, but we can control our attitude towards the weather and what we do when it is storming.
Like Pooh, we can put a grin on our faces and meet the storm and let it blow us where it may. Wait and see where the storm leads us and enjoy the adventure it takes along the way. We can try to fight the storm, but the blustery wind will usually win out against our defenses.
So blow wind blow. Blustery day abound. Take me where you will. Pooh and I are ready for an adventure.
