A year ago, a hug was just a hug, but now it is a wonderful, a marvelous thing.
Times change, and our needs change too. The BBC interviewed the author of The Boy, the Mole, and Fox, and the Horse in a video, and I am reminded how this slim book touched me when I first read it.
Some dismissed the book as empty calories, as saccharine and forgettable. I didn’t agree when I first read it a year ago. I disagree even more today. As a former student wrote yesterday: It’s been a year.
It’s been a year of illness and isolation, of struggle for many people working in dangerous conditions and without loved ones nearby, of honest words struggling to be heard.
This is one of those books like Winnie the Pooh and The Arrival and The Wolves in the Walls that I wish everyone read.
“Sometimes,” said the horse.The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse
“Sometimes what?” asked the boy.
“Sometimes just getting up and carrying on is brave and magnificent.”
by Charlie Mackesy
We could all use help about now—or those of us willing to ask.
There is no story here, but many gentle words of wisdom. And a mole who eats all the cake and then it happens again. And a fox. And a horse.
When I was young there were inspirational books all over the place with seagulls and kindergarten. This is like that or better. And the illustrations!
Yesterday, a neighbor’s dog went astray during their walk. We could hear Tim calling and calling. Gary said, “I hear his tags—he’s that way.” Oscar had turned up a side street toward the highway. We could not see him, and I could not hear a thing, but Gary has better ears. He found Oscar in a yard fifty feet from the highway, walked around and shooed him past me. A minute and Oscar heard Tim’s call and went running. It was a good day.
Our sons were both musical in school. Choirs have become particularly touching to us. Another sort of faith from mine, but it speaks me: