Michael and I sat chatting about how many things are in our lives right now. So many blessings that feel much like the life we each have been dreaming of. One where we play vital roles in creating a better place. I keep hearing “Heal the world, make it a better place…” Michael Jackson must be whispering in the cold wind. So there we were remarking about how much there is to carry right now and I had a quick vision of crossing a bridge loaded down with bags, heading to the other side so far across the ravine. My bridge is a very strong steel suspension bridge. There is enough bend to give it room to flow with the movements of the earth and its winds. Kind of like softening the knees in a standing yoga posture.

As we move across the bridge our bags lessen one by one. Someone comes by and asks to help carry one, another is in need of a blanket we carry, another the pillow. Another a book we cherish is the perfect gift for someone having a difficult crossing. By the time we reach the other side, we have let go of those bags we started out with, only keeping that which has energy of its own that is specific to our nuturing. And we are here.