There was an image going around on Twitter last week, depicting Winnie the Pooh (what a name), Tigger, and Rabbit sitting around a dining table, with blankets draped over their shoulders as they nurse steaming cups of what I can only assume is hot cocoa. It was quite a thumb-stopping image, amongst news of natural disasters and wife-guy scandals. Yet it’s an image that I keep coming back to, because of its ability to generate within me an immediate sense of warmth and nostalgia.
I have never really gone on a retreat
:,)