If every journey started with a bridge we would know the moment we crossed over into something new. We’d know when we’d left the familiar and wandered into an unknown land. If every journey began with a bridge, midway across we could ponder which of the two sides looked better and which we would prefer. We could stand over the chasm or the river or the valley and consider calmly our progress and feel the distance we’d come. If every journey started with a bridge, there’d be that moment, before we stepped upon the first planks, where we could decide if we even wanted to cross. If every journey started with a bridge it is likely there are many paths we would never have taken and many journeys we would have missed. If every journey started with a bridge our cautious, logical mind very likely would have stayed home, more often then hiked onward.
Sometimes tripping off a blind ridge or down a dank rabbit hole is the best thing that can happen to us. No time to ponder or decide. No chance to consider all of the ramifications. We might discover that we are not these prescribed lives with planned goals and agendas. Going in through the out door or slipping on a banana peel, might open our eyes that we are so much more than habits and due dates. That we are magic and light and a creative tour de force that would’ve left Da Vinci weeping.
Falling into the unknown is what we were meant for. Not to organize it all, but to just live. Right now, with nothing but our wits.
10 thoughts on “If Every Journey…”
Every moment is a bridge. Thanks for your guidance Noelle.
Thank you for your visit, Bill. Have a beautiful Friday and weekend, my friend.
“Falling into the unknown is what we were meant for.” You wouldn’t have been reading any Meister Eckhart lately, have you?
Oooohhhh now your talking my language, my friend. Love Eckhart.
So do I, as you will have guessed by now.
Indeed I have. Blessings…
True wisdom express beautifully. A feast of words.
You are a love for stopping in and leaving a note. Thank you, my friend.
Wow – Every Journey has a purpose – as they say “Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey. They are home.”
So true, my friend. We each must be bold and walk out our front door. Blessings to your Sunday and deep gratitude for your visit.