Post by Rhonda on Aug 17, 2009 20:13:25 GMT -5
"The Bridges of My Yearning"
by Bob Perks
A voyage.
A Journey.
A path.
Or simply life.
Those of us who like to romanticize,
spiritualize or "biggie size" our lives
find little value in describing it
as "simply life."
It does little to define our presence,
our place or our mission.
I've come to discover something the
average person might call a transition.
We lovers of life don't transition, we
cross over, we evolve, go through a
metamorphosis or transmutation.
We might even just shift into another
gear, reconstruct our lives, or make
a mid-course change.
How?
Bridges.
It just came to me. I never really
understood it until I said, "I'll
cross that bridge when I get to it!"
Bridges don't just get us there. They
don't provide short cuts. They are
a part of the dream, the goal, the plan,
the journey, or path.
Maybe that is the answer after all of
these years. I was told to keep my
eye on the goal. I was encouraged to
enjoy the view and that it was not the
destination but the journey.
I now believe the most important part
may very well be the bridges. Not
physical stone and iron bridges that
take us over rivers or across valleys.
I speak of the people who help us get
to where we are supposed to be.
Like the flight attendant who was extra
attentive and actually listened to me
when I shared my dreams; the hotel desk
clerk who held my hand when they called
to tell me my dad died; the absolute
perfect stranger who was a never-to-be-seen
again guide appearing out of nowhere to say...
"You'd make a good writer!"
Then vanished.
The most significant moments in my life
are all tied together by bridges...people.
So, it is a fact that you must know what
you want and where you want to go
but search with your heart for those
who can get you there.
We are both bridges and travelers.
Life is a shared experience and we need
each other.
There is so much more ahead for us all.
The dreams, the hopes I held and maybe
even the love I desired, were and
still remain..."the bridges of my yearning."
"I wish you enough!"
J
Bob
by Bob Perks
A voyage.
A Journey.
A path.
Or simply life.
Those of us who like to romanticize,
spiritualize or "biggie size" our lives
find little value in describing it
as "simply life."
It does little to define our presence,
our place or our mission.
I've come to discover something the
average person might call a transition.
We lovers of life don't transition, we
cross over, we evolve, go through a
metamorphosis or transmutation.
We might even just shift into another
gear, reconstruct our lives, or make
a mid-course change.
How?
Bridges.
It just came to me. I never really
understood it until I said, "I'll
cross that bridge when I get to it!"
Bridges don't just get us there. They
don't provide short cuts. They are
a part of the dream, the goal, the plan,
the journey, or path.
Maybe that is the answer after all of
these years. I was told to keep my
eye on the goal. I was encouraged to
enjoy the view and that it was not the
destination but the journey.
I now believe the most important part
may very well be the bridges. Not
physical stone and iron bridges that
take us over rivers or across valleys.
I speak of the people who help us get
to where we are supposed to be.
Like the flight attendant who was extra
attentive and actually listened to me
when I shared my dreams; the hotel desk
clerk who held my hand when they called
to tell me my dad died; the absolute
perfect stranger who was a never-to-be-seen
again guide appearing out of nowhere to say...
"You'd make a good writer!"
Then vanished.
The most significant moments in my life
are all tied together by bridges...people.
So, it is a fact that you must know what
you want and where you want to go
but search with your heart for those
who can get you there.
We are both bridges and travelers.
Life is a shared experience and we need
each other.
There is so much more ahead for us all.
The dreams, the hopes I held and maybe
even the love I desired, were and
still remain..."the bridges of my yearning."
"I wish you enough!"
J
Bob