Tigger, from the Winnie-the-Pooh stories, is one of my heroes. This is why. He knows who he is and what he does best.
Tigger bounces. Bouncing’s what tiggers do best. Fun. Play. Creating happiness (and some chaos) with friends and family. Life is to be enjoyed. These are also what Tigger does best.
In one of the stories, Rabbit tries to unbounce Tigger. Not a good idea. When he stops bouncing, everyone else gets sad too. Bouncy Tigger is a necessary part of the family in these stories. He is the joy.
I want to be a tigger. If I could be a character from A. A. Milne’s Pooh stories, I would be Tigger. Not even a pause to think it over.
I want to be a joy tigger. I want to light up the joy in myself and those around me. When I am happiness and joy, I can hold in balance the life things that are not so easy.
A joy tigger. Me. I want to know who I am and what I do best. And then do it the rest of my life. I have a good start at it, here on this page and in this blog.
I love to get ideas and write. Writing makes me bouncy. So does drawing. Being with my family and friends makes me bouncy. A warm soon-to-be-summer morning, like today, sweet air, sunshine, birds in the firs calling to each other ‘I am here’, all these make me bouncy. New books to read. Sipping dark coffee with fresh cream, iced in the summer and hot in the winter. Walking, alone or with friends. Music, jazz or classical or voice a cappella. These are all cause for joyful bounciness.
Ahh. These things, this list. I am here in this list. Who I am, what I do best.
We all have a joyful bouncy tigger list. A list that tells each of us, and all who know us, who we really are and what we really do best. This is a heart list. A love list. A list of blessings in our lives, ones already created, ones we are busy creating.
I love Tigger. He makes me laugh. Lights the joy inside me. I have a Tigger, all of twelve inches high, who lives in my studio. His is old, an art school grad gift from my sister and brother-in-law. This Tigger really does bounce, a mix of mechanics hidden inside his soft, orange, stripe-y stuffed body. He talks, too. ‘’I’m gonna bounce,’’ he says. And does. And then tells me ‘’Bouncing’s what Tiggers do best!’’
Yes it is. Joyful bounciness. I can feel it coming on.
What do you know?! I am a Tigger.
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Winnie-the-Pooh and The House At Pooh Corner by A. A. Milne (1882 – 1956)