If a bridge is about moving, traveling, transitioning from one place or space to another then Joy is a good one. So are laughter, humour and genuine smiles. Tears too can be a bridge, as can touch, silence and sincerity. Friendship is a beautiful bridge, as are community, family, relationship.
I read a beautiful post this morning…
…that celebrated the stories of Winnie The Pooh. The post itself was a bridge to my childhood and memories of magic moments playing pooh sticks (I love the anticipation of waiting for the stick to emerge from the dark, echoey, unseen world of underbridge, and seeing it float out untrapped and uneaten is always cause for celebration) and remembering that game is what has brought me here, contemplating bridges…
Sorry is a bridge, as are stories, songs and poems. Forgiveness is a bridge, as are acceptance, beauty, a hug. However the one that trumps the rest, the biggest, strongest, widest, longest, oldest and best bridge of all is Love.
Will you be my bridge? Will you lead me and dare me, inspire and transport me, offer me choices I never knew I had until you opened the way and gently encouraged, ‘cross’.
I will be your bridge. I will hold you, stretch for you, comfort and wait for you. I will not rush you to the other side, nor resist your wish to bounce, breathe and take in the view. I will not judge you if you choose to go back the way you came, when you get half way and decide you’re not yet ready for what waits on the other side.
No architect or engineer can design or build a bridge stronger that the heart that is open and willing.
Fun is a bridge, time is a bridge and faith, trust and courage are all bridges too – let’s use them. Do not stay where you are if you’d rather be elsewhere. Don’t admire from a distance, look for the bridge that’ll take you there and step onto it knowing its very reason for being is to get you to the other side. A direct line from A to B knowing that A will never go away. That’s the beauty of bridges, they work both ways.
And when you don’t need bridges anymore? When you can travel at the speed of thought knowing no destination is beyond you, nor limited by the challenges of rivers and canyons? Well, that’s when you’ve grown wings and can fly.
But for now, I’ll stick to bridges.
On contemplating pooh sticks on the bouncing Nessie bridge
Stepping onto the bouncing bridge
I contemplated the river so wide
How perfect for pooh sticks
Though I must be quick
Ole Ness is in such a rush today
I might loose sight of the sticks
Before knowing who’s won
Not that there’s anyone to play with
That bunch of teens who passed me by
Didn’t look like the sort
To join in my childish games
And the woman shouting instructions
Over her mobile phone
Strides on purposefully
Busier than the river!
Then just like it all started
I’ll challenge myself to a game
And search for a stick
But all I can find are the lollypop kind
And other miserable litter
I couldn’t bear to throw
Into my friend Ness
And so I sigh and watch her rushing by
Deeply beneath and around me
That it’s not the perfect bridge for pooh sticks after all
Nor the perfect day either
And the only bounce
Is in the bridge itself
With no tigger around at all.