Looking at pictures of bridges, it dawned on me how helpful they are. A bridge allows us to easily navigate over water, or treacherous ground.
When I was a kid, the best part of the car ride was driving over a bridge. God wants us to be more childlike in our faith, and crossing a bridge takes faith. When did we become afraid of a bridge?
Melody Beattie writes, “Cross the bridge. You don’t have to understand it all right now. Information and understanding will come later. For now, trust and experience what you’re going through. Know that this time of change is sacred too.”
Pictures of bridges are beautiful. Driving across one offers a breathtaking view. Maybe it’s the journey itself, and not about ‘getting to the other side.’ The beauty is all around us while crossing the bridge.
After I Bled Out, a shift happened, and I wanted real.
I’ve been a part of and seen the effects social media has on well-being. It wasn’t healthy for me, so I stepped away, and have no desire to go back. This Blog hasn’t been connected to any social media for weeks, but people are finding it, and reading it. My stats didn’t bottom out from no connection.
My soul bottomed out while it was connected.
I stopped downloading books on Kindle, and ordered real ones. The kind you can hold in your hands, and mark up a page if needed. I ordered some magazines for the first time in 20 years for the same reason. Not to mention they are pretty laying on the coffee table for everyone to enjoy.
My screen time is minimal, but present moments abound.
I don’t have to check my phone before bed, and when I awake.
I check in with God instead.
When I started this Blog, it was to have a space that held a recap of our lives for my daughter. I’ve done that, and we are on a new chapter. This new chapter will be in book form, that you can hold in your hands, and feel something real. I want every area of my life to be rooted in what’s real.
I visit people almost daily. Just to ask how their life is going, and then listen. Sometimes, it’s just for a hug if I sense they need one. Never turn down a heartfelt hug. It’s healing.
It’s old school, and that is where I enjoy being today.
Every now and then, I leave my phone at home on purpose, just to check and see if I miss it. Can’t say that I have. The person I’m with is more important than what my phone is doing. It’s like saying, “I love you more than my phone.”
I wrote this a couple of nights ago:
My daughter and I are sitting here quietly typing on our laptops. She has Classical Piano softly playing in the background. It’s peaceful, and the kind of moment you want to last indefinitely. I appreciate at her young age that she effortlessly creates moments like this. She will pass them along to her family, and they will have moments.
Breaking the ties to my phone, and social media is one of the best things I’ve done all year. To be present, and enjoy what’s happening in the now. My daughter told me in June, “You are always staring at that phone!” Now she tells me when it makes a noise, and I can’t remember where it is. She doesn’t see my hunting for it, over spending time with her.
As Gibbs would say, “It’s old school.” Well Gibbs, I like it.
My daughter has left to spend the weekend with her father. I won’t see her until Tuesday, the day of my appointment. He has a busy weekend planned for them, but before she left I said, “I don’t know what I’m doing this weekend.” She responded with, “The possibilities are endless.”
I’m sitting in the middle of my bed, watching it rain.
The dogs are laying on the floor beside me, just to be near.
It made my heart happy that she said, “The possibilities are endless.” That whatever I chose to do over the weekend would improve our lives in some way. I’ve begun this new thing while she is away by looking at the details of our life, and making adjustments. Just tweaking what we already have.
This began in a big way by moving furniture. Using the most of our small space, and helping things flow. Those things are noticeable, but now it’s down to the finest detail.
This has been going on for months, so now when she walks in the front door, there is a pause to look around. There may be a picture that has been moved, or curtains swapped from another room. The last time she was away, I bought a new shower curtain liner. You would think, no one would notice a new piece of plastic while showering, but she did.
Yesterday, I gave our bathroom some attention. While cleaning the toilet, I looked at the bowl brush, and decided it had seen better days, so in the trash it went. Yes, life should be beautiful all the way down to the tiolet bowl brush! We now have a new bowl brush. Will she notice?
Today is one of those days you just go with the flow of the day itself. My daughter came home yesterday, and will leave tomorrow. She has a busy couple of weeks ahead, thanks to her father, but the last thing I told her lastnight was…