What do we leave behind to cross?
Who are we to meet?
As we transform, what are we bridging in ourselves?
I found these questions scrawled in my notebook. Surely that day in late August I had something specific in mind. Perhaps I had just seen the video clips for the movie, Man on Wire, of Philippe Petit's dream to walk on a tightrope between the Twin Towers of New York's World Trade Center, and who did it in 1974. Twenty-seven years before their destruction, his delicate dance of balance across the strung edge of death bridged his dream to its realization.
Or perhaps I was considering the Oracle of the Hunab Ku, number 36: Bridge.
What bridges the crossing for you?
What are you crossing from,
and where are you going?
