The Tao of Pooh

Hoff has no idea about neither Taoism nor Pooh. He is an angry, bitchy man who rails against capitalism, Christianity, science, and “Busy Backsons”, ironically whom he personifies with his condescending attitude toward anyone who is not an “uncarved block” like Pooh. I don’t know much about Taoism, but I seriously doubt it is so intolerant. I know more about Buddhism, which he disses, and it acknowledges that we are distracted beings, and offers a way to achieve happiness. Instead of showing the Way, Hoff trashes everyone who does not know it.

And poor Pooh and company... he asserts everyone is a failure except Pooh because his ways are simple and the others overcomplicate things. He completely contradicts his assertion that show more everyone has a role they are suited for - so it is with Pooh’s friends, who are all essential. It is not Pooh who solves problems alone - he is part of a team, and they do it together. Perhaps Hoff should learn a thing or two from them. show less

A playful and original expression of some of the basic tenets of Taoism, [b:The Tao of Pooh|48757|The Tao of Pooh|Benjamin Hoff|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1348137748s/48757.jpg|55188] should not be considered a replacement for, say, [b:Tao Te Ching|67896|Tao Te Ching|Lao Tzu|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1333578861s/67896.jpg|100074], but a primer for the Western mind. Hoff does a fine job of balancing playfulness (there's a foreword and a backword, for example) with depth--the former doesn't damage the latter, and the latter doesn't hinder the former--and the three-layer conversational structure with neat little sentences allows the book to be absorbed by virtually anyone in a relatively short amount of time (thus, lending itself to show more re-reading throughout life).

I have long analogized American Transcendentalism (especially as expressed in Thoreau's [b:Walden|16902|Walden|Henry David Thoreau|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1465675526s/16902.jpg|2361393]) and Taoism in my mind, and, sure enough, on page 108 we get an explicit reference to Thoreau. As I said, this book blends western thought and eastern discipline à la [b:The Power of Now: A Guide to Spiritual Enlightenment|6708|The Power of Now A Guide to Spiritual Enlightenment|Eckhart Tolle|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1386925535s/6708.jpg|840520], so it's not surprising to see Thoreau pop up. And, indeed, both the Transcendentalists and the Taoists share the same concern with humanity's hustle and bustle and lack of concern for living life now. What Lao-tzu, Thoreau, Tolle, and Hoff are trying to show is that, despite our frantic plight to create things that save time, we have less time than ever! Not convinced? Try this: "It's really great fun to go someplace where there are no timesaving devices because, when you do, you find that you have lots of time" (108).

A difference between the Transcendentalists and the Taoists, however, is in disposition. The former take on a critical, more intellectual posture whereas the true Taoists shed criticality and intellectualism, both of which can only thwart our enjoyment of life: "The surest way to become Tense, Awkward, and Confused is to develop a mind that tries too hard--one that thinks too much" (77). The exemplar of the intellectual is found in Owl, and too a lesser degree (cleverness) in Rabbit. Pooh, on the other hand, never tries to don the façade of knowledge instead of yielding to simple honesty.

To write a book on Taoism or, say, Zen Buddhism is to take on an arduous duty; and to pull it off even to a reasonable degree is quite a feat. This is because, well, in the words of Lao-tzu, "The Tao that can be spoken is not the eternal Tao." Just trying to express this discipline in words is essentially not to talk about the discipline (which is sort of the point, actually). This is why so much of the ancient Chinese philosophy and Hoff's book use metaphors and stories--they are seeking to communicate the impression of Taoist principles rather than elucidate them in the flimsy medium of language. Hence Zen Buddhism's famous koans: the point is to break the thinking mind down and set the inner self free. So, if for no other reason, I think Hoff did a fine job with a tough subject, using an unsuitable medium. show less

The main problem with this great obsession for saving time is very simple: you can't save time. You can only spend it. But you can spend it wisely or foolishly.

I read this book on a lunchbreak when I was 13/14. I remember being in a truly horrible headspace at the time. Being a teenager is just so fun, right? /s

But then I found this book on a shelf at home and figured, hey, Winnie the Pooh, sounds groovy. And I can safely say that reading this book changed my entire perspective. I remember walking out of the library and feeling better, feeling less like a blackhole of doom and far more capable. I dunno. Maybe it wouldn't have the same effect on me now, but back then, this book seriously helped me. I honestly think it philosophically show more kicked me in the butt and made me re-evaluate my behaviour, which is fairly impressive for a book to do.

Overall, this book is beautiful and something I very much needed at the time. I recommend it for anyone who's struggling through life and needs a new perspective.

Wisdom, Happiness, and Courage are not waiting somewhere out beyond sight at the end of a straight line; they're part of a continuous cycle that begins right here. They're not only the ending, but the beginning as well. show less

For some time I referred to one co-worker as Eeyore, because every time anyone asked her in ordinary conversation how she was, instead of saying "fine" or what-have-you she always says "oh, well" and follows with a description of how tired or headache-y or what-have-you she is. The odd thing is she's always pretty darned cheerful. But it was still inevitable that she be labeled "Eeyore".

Then I realized that another co-worker, who barges into every situation, takes over conversations, assumes control over things she has no right to controlling, and never does anything quietly – she is Rabbit. And another girl, who climbs rock walls and goes for long hikes for fun (an alien mindset) and whose laugh can be heard rooms away, and who show more despite being half my size makes ten times more noise just walking … Tigger. It didn't take long to assign the rest of the Pooh Gang to coworkers. I would be Piglet – being somewhat round, and more than somewhat timid in some situations – but someone else round and timid wanted it, so I took a deep breath and admitted to being Wol Owl, the notorious know-it-all who really doesn't. So I laughed out loud when Simon Vance read the line "Owl told him in 25,000 monotonous words or more ..." Heh. Who (whoooo) knew? I'm even more Owl than I thought.

It's funny, though – I'd forgotten that in addition to being Mr. Frowny Face Eeyore was such a horrid know-it-all. That (sadly) means that my co-worker is not as Eeyore as I thought. Or rather, she is Disney Eeyore, not Real Eeyore.

It's been a very long time since I first read this, and I took on the Audible edition based on a low price and a Simon Vance narration. The great Simon Vance, one of the upper echelons of narration rock stars, reads Pooh? Oh, you know I'm in. And it was terrific. Now, the reason I listen to audiobooks at work is that my coworkers have no filters, and no indoor voices. Eeyore isn't so bad, but when I say Rabbit does nothing quietly, I mean it literally: she flops into her chair with a clunk that used to make me think she fell, badly injured; she types loudly with her artificial nails; she yawns at the top of her lungs. Between her and a coworker I will refer to as the Heffalump (I'm just deeply greatful that Tigger is in a different room), the volume and stupidity get so thick on some days you could cut it with a chainsaw; complaining (and breaking down into tearful whimpering) to management has resulted in absolutely no change in their behavior, but instead the suggestion that I listen to something using earphones.

Hence a really healthy Goodreads Challenge number.

And hence my very deep appreciation for the Taoist philosophy outlined in this book and illustrated by Winnie-the-Pooh. "He advised those who wanted strong health to: sit like a turtle, walk like a pigeon, and sleep like a dog. When asked for his major secret, though, he said 'Inner quiet'." To listen to that surrounded by people who have literally no concept of "inner quiet" is an interesting experience.

Like silence after noise or cool, clear water on a hot, stuffy day, emptiness cleans out the messy mind and charges up the batteries of spiritual energy. Many people are afraid of emptiness, however, because it reminds them of loneliness. Everything has to be filled in, it seems ...

I loved this book as a kid, and I think I love it more now. Benjamin Hoff takes not only a bone-deep understanding of Tao with an even more impressive knowledge and understanding of Pooh Bear and melds them beautifully. No: as he points out, they are already one, and he simply reveals that. He's right. And he's funny.

And as to that narration: I've been referring to Simon Vance and his ilk, and seeing them referred to, as rock stars for a long time. So when at one point Himself is called upon to recite some (possibly made-up) popular music lyrics – "Oh baby don't leave me" – Oh, baby. It is magnificent. Just magnificent.

So. Listen to this book, and bask in the beautiful narration of a clever, clever book, and try – do try – to be more Pooh than Eeyore or Rabbit or Owl.

Just, whatever you do, don't be a bisy backson. show less

It would be easy to dismiss this book by its cover as a ‘child’s read’ and leave it on the shelf. That would be a shame, for this charming book portrays the principles of Taoism through the story of Winnie the Pooh - and the other characters - in such a way that it makes the reader stop… and think about life. Pooh lives in the ‘now’ without concern for things past or future; life just ‘Is’. Benjamin Hoff shows, through the adventures of Pooh and his companions, that a happier, more contented life is not such a distant or unachievable concept; it is just a question of changing the way we look at things.

"While Eeyore frets
... and Piglet hesitates
... and Rabbit calculates
... and Owl pontificates
... Pooh just is.”

[book: The Tao of Pooh] is a truly magical book. I waxed poetic about my love of [book: Winnie The Pooh] and [book: The House at Pooh Corner] yesterday, and just how succinctly it captures a certain moral and innocent leaning. There is so much that is there and sorely needed, to the point that no matter what age you are you will be fond of Pooh and find something new between its covers. [author: Benjamin Hoff] found precisely what that magic of Pooh is, and with great humor and affection spells it out for the reader in this book.

[author: Benjamin Hoff] considers Pooh to be one of the great Zen Masters, and I have to agree with him. He describes Pooh's innocent way of looking at the world, and through it, teaches the reader a great deal show more about Taoism and what the Taoist Way to happiness is. In short, it's accepting your limitations and working within them, and finding happiness in the way things are. Worrying? It gets you nowhere when you can't change a thing. Furthermore, you get whatever it is you produce to the world. If you spend your time being respectful of others, you will generate respect, etc. It's no wonder Eeyore so commonly suffers...

This book is wonderful, the true essence of wholesomeness. Its lessons are timeless, and its contents so easy to read and digest that they can't help but bring a smile to your face. You're never too old for Pooh, and you're never in too deep a rut to read and appreciate what [author: Benjamin Hoff] and Pooh have to offer. So, try opening this book up now and then; I bet you you'll smile. show less

"Nothing is something, and Something is really nothing at all." Within this sentence we find the meaning of Taoism, that it is the simple things in life that matter. Nowadays people are so ready to fill things; silences with idol chatter, time with mundane activities, homes with useless clutter. But it is in the emptiness, in the silences, that wisdom may be found and happiness gained. A simple philosophy explained by the bear of very little brain.

The Tao Of Pooh is a fun and accessible introduction into the wisdom of Taoism through the characters of Winni-the-Pooh. Knowledgeable Owl is not so wise, clever Rabbit is not so smart, and complaining Eeyore never accomplishes anything. But Pooh, in his simple-mindedness is quite happy. This show more book explains that although at times we may have a little Owl or Eeyore within us, it would do us good to have a little Winni-the-Pooh in our lives. show less