The Icy Bridge
August 30, 2012 § 19 Comments
He only earns his freedom and existence
Who daily conquers them anew.
I am staring at a narrow log bridge spanning a raging mountain stream. Covered in ice and snow. Three hours from the trailhead. The wind howls. I think, if I slip and fall, I probably won’t make it back- hypothermia.
I step on the bridge.
I am staring at my beloved. The room is warm and safe. I have something important to say. Something hard.
I ask about something else- anything else.
Physical fear is powerful but it is linear, simple- if I fall, I die.
The fear that inhabits our relations with others is different- messy, not simple. It percolates up from a cauldron of guilt, anxiety, and self-loathing. Fearful, we endure relationships that make us feel small and lost. Or we let those we love drift away. This fear separates us from our sense of self.
That day in the mountains, I was seeking something on the other side of the bridge. Something important. The spiritual experience that day brought me. And so I stepped out- with care and with commitment- focused and fully present.
Each moment is like that icy bridge. Calling us to find the strength to step out in this strong and present way. Calling us to overcome the fear.
It is difficult, often we falter. But what awaits us on the other side is something with value beyond measure. A life that is authentic, true to our sense of self. Without separation from those we love. The place where we become who we are, truly.