Bridge

It has been a rough two years, and when I think of a bridge, I think of a bridge over those troubled waters, via Simon and Garfunkel.

I like to imagine the waters underneath the bridge containing all the “yuck” – Covid lockdowns, fear, and isolation; the war in Ukraine; inflation, rising costs and grocery store shortages; deaths in the family recently of cousins much too young to die.

The bridge is what keeps me sane: service organizations where I can contribute and find meaning like my DAR group and my United Women in Faith group at my United Methodist Church. Serving others is the best way to “get over” the troubled waters and back onto the path of joy. Animals help too. Nothing says “I love you and need you” like a dog who loves you.

Walk over the bridge and don’t look back. The rear view mirror is necessary to gain wisdom. But, don’t allow the waters to wash over the bridge.