Walking across the bridge, spanning the beautiful Oak Creek, I stopped in the middle and looked upstream, then down. Upstream looks so alive, beautifully painted with vibrant colors and movement of water gently cascading over mossy river rocks. The scene reminds me of things to come in life; of me, moving through, around and over obstacles. The phrase from Buddha comes to mind: “follow the watercourse way”.
Then turning around again to view downstream, there is much less movement, light or color, reminding me of the past and letting go of what no longer serves me. It is as if there are two completely different streams, divided only by the suspended bridge.
