The bridge to somewhere....

"My brokenness is a better bridge for people than my pretend wholeness ever was." 
— Sheila Walsh

I wondered as I walked,

was my fear of staying where I was

bigger then my fear of "what if"...

I looked into the distance

all the while feeling the quiver and quake of my heart...

I'd traveled on this lonely journey for a long time

I was tired, dirty, worn

when

I

came to a bridge

between

here ...here where I stood

and

there...there in the distance

to a road

leading

to somewhere 

I wasn't sure of...

It looked scary

to go over

stream 

and

plank

and

brokenness

....

what if 

I did not make it

...

I knew what was behind me

pain

sorrow

fear

all that that had propelled me forward...

I stood

pulling up

all that I could 

from Mother Earth,

Father Time,

and Brother Sun...

I could feel the shift

the shift inside 

me

could feel the pull

the pull to put

one foot carefully 

in front of the other

and

risk

crossing to the other side.

I did

and

moment by moment

I connect to something

that feels like a gravitational pull

beckoning me forward

into 

Light

into Love

into 

fullness of life

....

The broken bridge

that overtook my fear.

That

that 

was my first step....

that was the day

the day I chose

 the bridge to somewhere

rather than the home of fear.

the radical rambler.............