"Every morning I awaken torn between the desire to save the earth and the inclination to savor it." - E.B. White
Bridges intrigue me. Spiders taught us how to span locations. Many bridges reveal similar lines.During the crossing of a bridge, I linger in the middle. Looking across the water, I notice where it meets the sky. My senses search for connections in words.
Often with writing projects we want the finished product right now when deadlines loom or frustration nips at our fingers. Our emotions and impatience get in the way of the experience. We do not want to take the time to travel the bridge span from idea to result. Rushing causes fun to slither into the darkness leaving us alone with a blank screen or page.
Consider football and kisses. With our favorite team, are we satisfied to learn about the win and final score without watching the game? If we receive a kiss without a hug or any build up, does it provide the thrill? Does an unwrapped gift have the same meaning without the fun we have ripping at ribbon and paper as it crackles in our hands? These invite the bridge experience.
Writing requires fingers on the keys or the clutch of a pen to pursue the ink flow. How many times have we started a story or poem and the ending did not come out as planned? We discovered it came out better if we gave it space.
Our synapses make fresh connections. For this reason, we need to dwell on the bridge and notice each moment before we reach the other side.