The Bridge

Shortly BEFORE the old crossing collapsed.

AFTER - The new Bridge!

The Bridge

It is that way with life, with relationships. The erosion can be so subtle, at first, that it is hardly noticed; or if noticed, just seems to be the natural course of things and dismissed. But when the gap that once was no wider than two could reach across and clasp hands eventually erodes to a chasm deep and wide, it becomes obvious, dangerous, disastrous and impassable. Some stare, gape or shake their heads, but they get used to it. Like having an elephant in the living room, they learn to go around it, ignore it, incorporate it into life's routines. But something happened, something broke, died, changed, was destroyed, re-routed and is dramatically different. Some can't ignore it for they see the pain as an open wound that isn't healing. The normal waters of life's stream gently flowed along their path. When the torrents and floods came of life's temptations, challenges and sorrows, they carved, dug, rolled, roared, upended and destroyed what once was. This could be the end of the story; or, it could be a new beginning. A bridge is built across the chasm. The two sides are reunited. Grasses and flowers begin to sprout with new life. The landscape of the soul is forever changed, yet renewed.