Nudgings #60 - Dec. 5, "The Only Real Thing"
December 05, 2024
The Only Real Thing
I have always been a big fan of Pooh, that "silly old bear."
A.A. Milne, the creator of Winnie-the-Pooh, wrote the beloved stories of the Hundred Acre Wood for and about his son, Christopher Robin. In the early 1900s, Pooh and his adventures captured hearts and imaginations, offering comfort and hope to a world reeling in the wake of World War I.
Sometimes, life clouds our view of what truly matters. The world—and even our own reflections in the mirror—distract and overwhelm us with news, conflict, endless controversies, and the harsh, undeniable passage of time. Stories like Winnie-the-Pooh help us rise above the noise, lift our imaginations and remind us of things that are real: friendship, hope, love, and Truth.
In 1996, the London Times reported that Christopher Milne (the real Christopher Robin) had died at the age of 75. In response, the poet Czeslaw Milosz wrote an anecdote in the voice of Winnie-the-Pooh, reflecting on youth, aging, time and eternity.
“Christopher Robin” by Czeslaw Milosz*
I must think suddenly of matters too difficult for a bear of little brain. I have never asked myself what lies beyond the place where we live, I and Rabbit, Piglet and Eeyore, with our friend Christopher Robin. That is, we continued to live here, and nothing changed, and I just ate my little something.
Only Christopher Robin left for a moment.
Owl says that immediately beyond our garden Time begins, and that it is an awfully deep well. If you fall in it, you go down and down, very quickly, and no one knows what happens to you next. I was a bit worried about Christopher Robin falling in, but he came back and then I asked him about the well. “Old bear,” he answered. “I was in it and I was falling and I wore trousers down to the ground, I had a grey beard, and then I died. It was probably just a dream, it was quite unreal. The only real thing was you, old bear, and our shared fun. Now I won’t go anywhere, even if I’m called in for an afternoon snack.”
I love the exchange that Milosz created between Christopher Robin and the 'silly old bear.' As a child, I adored the stories of Winnie the Pooh—where toys were fast friends and the backyard was a world of adventure, limited only by my imagination. Milosz’s anecdote resonates deeply with me, giving voice to an unexplored realm in Milne’s beautiful story, where we all, like Christopher Robin, live in the midst of childlike hope, growing up, old age, and death.
The anecdote begins with Pooh describing the garden where he and his friends live. It is a place of peace and stability, where all abide happily together. Pooh has no idea what lies beyond the garden, nor does he care. Nothing seems to change—except for the fact that he says, “Only Christopher Robin left for a moment.”
Pooh knows that his friend Christopher Robin went somewhere. Wise old Owl says that "somewhere" is beyond the garden, where Time begins, and he describes this unknown place as an "awfully deep well." Pooh lives outside of Time and has no idea that Christopher Robin’s "moment" is the deep well of a lifetime (75 years), where he left the garden and entered the world of adulthood—with all of its adventure, hope, pain, joy, loss, and love.
Currently, I am surprised to find that I am like Christopher Robin was in his "moment." I am beyond the garden of childhood innocence and unchecked imagination, and Time is having its way with me. I, in my long trousers and graying whiskers, am free-falling headlong into the unknown deep.
Yet, as I fall, I realize that I am even more like Pooh, a "bear of little brain." Not because I face things I don’t understand or care about, but rather, because I forget to fully embrace and appreciate what I already know. I take for granted the fact that each day—and the moments and people that inhabit them—are precious gifts.
So here I am, in the midst of my "moment." It feels very real to me, yet I’m reminded that it isn’t—it’s, in fact, quite unreal. At this point, my imagination leads me to the only true thing: the Truth. There is something beyond this vapor of life I live. What began in a garden long ago ended victoriously on a cross, and all my "moments" were redeemed and transformed in the depths of an empty tomb.
The author of the truest of anecdotes is Jesus. In Him alone is the place of genuine love, forgiveness, relationship and “shared fun.” In Jesus Christ is found the “only real thing,” a place where Time is no more; where there are no more tears, regrets, and goodbyes—just life together, in all of its fullness,… forever.
Jesus says, “I go to prepare a place for you”—a place where we can say, along with Christopher Robin, “I won’t go anywhere, even if I’m called in for an afternoon snack.”
*Milosz, Czeslaw. New and Collected Poems, (1931-2001), 2003, pg. 656.