If there ever is tomorrow

by Wolf Pascoe on November 5, 2012


If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together… there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart…  I’ll always be with you –

— Winnie-the-Pooh


You can stop right here with the quote if you want. Read it one or two times more and go about your business.

I found it atop The Exception’s blog post of October 26, which I read a little while ago. It was titled, “The One that Remains Untitled.”

I moved my lips to the quote three times before reading on. It’s a post—nay, a novel—in itself, isn’t it? If I’d never appreciated the Tao of Pooh before, that quote alone would open my eyes.

I had meant to write about something else today, but now it’s gone. In her post, The Exception went on to tell about a friend who had just lost a child—a sudden, unexplained stopping of the heart.

How do you title a piece about that? You don’t. You fret about it, give up, and let it remain untitled.




It doesn’t take much to see that the problems of three little people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.

–Humphrey Bogart, Casablanca

Sometimes I think about that last scene in Casablanca where Rick tells Ilsa he’s not getting on the plane with her. His “hill-of-beans” line bores directly into my bloggy middle. If you’re going to write, write about big things, not your little problems.

But then, after saying the line, Rick gives it the lie by lifting Ilsa’s chin so their eyes meet. “Here’s looking at you, kid,” he says, and melts everyone’s heart.




When I first read Pooh’s tomorrow words, I thought of a parent speaking to a child. I thought about myself speaking to Nick.

I always think that way about such words I, suppose, because I would have loved my father to have spoken something like that to me when I was a child, before his sudden leaving.

At first I didn’t think about the words going the other way round, from a child to a parent. Which is why The Exception’s post was a kick in the gut. No child would ever say a thing like that, so we need Pooh to say it.




As I write, the election is a week away. The candidates are more or less in a dead heat. Upon this vote turn matters of great weight. One candidate is the real deal, the other is a fake, take your pick which is which.

But all that isn’t real. All the far away sadness isn’t real. That’s not quite fair. Perhaps it’s more accurate to say those things aren’t real enough. What’s real enough, of course, is what’s in front of you when you look away from the screen.

As The Exception says so beautifully, We just have this moment; today; just this and just now.

There will be time enough to think about all the big things and all the sadness.

Hug your kid.

If you don’t have a kid handy, hug someone else.



Number my days. Great poem here, and great photos (Thanks, Barbara Shallue.)



The Beauty Balm. Solace from Big Little Wolf. Just go read it, if you haven’t already.


Detail of Painting by Steve Seinberg (courtesy Daily Plate of Crazy)


Casablanca. Can it be possible that somebody, somewhere, hasn’t seen this movie? If even one of you is in that lamentable and yet happy position, this link to the Netflix DVD will not have been in vain. I feel bad for Netflix. Despite their transgressions, they are still the best movie deal going. Run, don’t walk.




Got something beautiful? A favorite line in Casablanca? Pooh? The Tao Te Ching? Just Add Father is listening. (Add your thoughts by clicking a few lines below below, where it says comments or add one. I always respond here.)


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Wendy Sheinkopf November 5, 2012 at 2:52 pm

Dear Wolf:

Long, long ago, when the luxury of abundant time to read seemed a given, I searched for and found the quote below that resonates still. I think of it whenever I remind myself, or need to remind myself, that along with its pain, sadness tends to bring a more exquisite appreciation for joy:

“[Or] call it winter, which being full of care,
Makes summer’s welcome thrice more wish’d,
more rare.”

Wm. Shakespeare, 56th Sonnet

I will use the closing salutation of a distinguished scholar I have known:

Fondest Best


Wolf Pascoe November 5, 2012 at 3:20 pm

Oh, that is so beautiful. That guy was good. Thank you for gracing this page, Wendy.


Barbara November 5, 2012 at 10:22 pm

I have many favorite quotes, but I’ll stick with the wisdom of Pooh for now, especially considering the title and subject of your post:

“What day is it?” asked Pooh “It’s today,” squeaked Piglet “My Favorite day.” said Pooh.


Wolf Pascoe November 6, 2012 at 10:16 am

So good. Reminds me of the guy who went to the window at the train station and asked for a round trip ticket.
“To where?” said the teller.
“To here,” said the man.


The Exception November 6, 2012 at 6:02 pm

Tears filled my eyes again as I read your words.
When I first found the quote (or re-found it), it was in regards to my daughter. Prior to that, it was friend to friend as we moved apart or faced hard times. I hadn’t thought of it as child to parent or young one to adult until this child died – and I can see him saying it to his mom just as I can hear my daughter saying it to me.
If there is any character that reminds me to stay present; mindful; and live fully in the moment, it is Sir Pooh himself.


Wolf Pascoe November 6, 2012 at 8:32 pm

Thank you for writing, my dear, and for the wave of compassion you sent out that I hope washes back over you and those you love.


Pamela November 6, 2012 at 10:53 pm

Your posts are always a kick in the gut for me in a good way. The layers peel off when I read your words. I too can’t imagine a child saying this to a parent and yet of course I can and then I just want to lay down in the rain and sob.


Wolf Pascoe November 7, 2012 at 10:19 am

Here’s looking at you, kid.


BigLittleWolf November 11, 2012 at 5:04 pm

I have no quotes to trade, only the appreciation of the one you provided via The Exception.

I have no offering of beauty, except perhaps attention paid to the lessening of this week’s enormous weight, a lightening that brings some relief. There has been so much noise. In relative silence, consolation.


Wolf Pascoe November 11, 2012 at 5:21 pm

From Big Little Wolf’s blog:

“A [wo]man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe


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