Yesterday, a friend posted a comment on another friend’s blog about building bridges; and she said she thought she would go stand on a bridge as a way of making the thought tangible.  Awesome!  I just love bridges, so I thought I’d share a few words today about one of my favorite things.  In fact, I think I’ll add a category for Bridges and give recognition to them as they occur along the way.  I had a couple of pictures of bridges I could choose from, but I decoded to use this one.  It was taken this morning on the quiet walk that I take before the demands of the day begin.  In a sense, this time of day is my bridge from the rest of nighttime to the activity of my life.

I just love photos like this one, with the moon still hung in the night sky above the trees and the light of the rising sun just beginning to glow at the horizon.  At moments like this, I stand on the bridge between darkness and light, between sleeping and waking, between yesterday and tomorrow.  These are the moments when we stop and remember where we have been, acknowledge the rest and rejuvenation of a good night’s sleep, and then put on our shoes and step off on the other side of the bridge and walk forward to our future.  There is something magical about the time we spend standing in the middle of a bridge.  It is in this place, halfway between our history and what lies ahead, that we grow in wisdom from past experience, find our courage, and form the intention that will lead us to a new shore and a new day.  Maybe this is why I love bridges so much — because they are such fine places for reflection, excitement, and decision.  As I stood this morning, looking at the moon of yesterday and the glowing light of tomorrow, I could feel the bridge of the moment beneath my feet.  It is in that moment, in the middle of the bridge, that a new day begins.