bridges

There are all kinds of bridges in our world, and just as many responses when you reach one.

Some cross bridges easily without a thought to its integrity.  Others worry before they've even reached the bridge scared of the possibility as well as the danger.

Sometimes you have a long time to contemplate the experience, getting there and over it.  Sometimes they come out of nowhere, seemingly, and you must decide in a flash whether to cross.

Once the crossing begins, do you look back?  Do you light a match?  Do you put your blinders up so that you cannot see what lies beyond?  Do you grab the hand of the person at your side and squeeze as hard as you can?

I have been wondering if it is possible to rebuild a bridge from ashes.  Or should I just press on to find the next bridge?  Perhaps I should build with new material.

photo credits: me, not fancy camera, to prove there are all kinds of bridges; Oregon Coast, 2008