In life, all the scattered pieces one might have gravitate together to form the catalyst that changes their path. It comes without hint, without warning, and strums the very strings that play the song of life. Its tone is that of understanding. An understanding that was perhaps there all along but never really lost the veil with which it was covered and when it disappeared, it brought sight to my blind eyes. For me the wool vanished after reading The Tao of Pooh.
The Tao of Pooh expanded my mind, giving me the perspective and insight that I had been fervently chasing. It offered me a new philosophy, a new viaduct between what was and what should be. The colorful comparing of emotion to anthropomorphic personalities at first seems a bit juvenile and slightly ill-conceived as it is brought about by the lovable characters from the Winnie the Pooh universe. But, after just a few pages you’re whisked away into the deeper recesses of your mind receiving a helping hand towards personal growth in both spirituality and general self inquiry. The education presented through its simple yet profound words and imagery is priceless. I recommend this read to anyone of any age. It will give you the strength of mind only found through self-realization and spiritual awakening. Its holistic views break down the psyches barriers only to build them anew.