In the Span of a Week
If water is key to life
we will surely, along our paths,
reach a bridge.
If life is peaks and valleys
we will, along our journeys,
find more bridges to cross.
So, a moment to appreciate bridges…
Some are short-
just enough to span a narrow gully
or to briefly role reverse
with our dearest friend.
Some as small as the connection of two hands
supporting the heart that beats between them.
Others are so long,
stretching above our unconscious, we will take several summers
before traveling its full length.
There are sociodramatic bridges
wide enough for all of us to cross together.
And narrow spans,
where each person listens
to the footsteps, the stories, ahead of them
before knowing where to place their own feet.
We have walked on swaying bridges
where our safest passage is baby steps.
Yet remember: on these spans-
Keep your feet moving
And don’t look back.
Our path may take us to a rainbow bridge
connecting to our selves through the years
and to Brittany
There are bridges that offer restricted passage.
Some have specific hours
and we must be patient to the Divine Timing
before we cross.
Or recognize we must seek a different path
one of our choosing.
Sometimes, it is a toll bridge.
Ask the price-
sometimes we pay in courage, sometimes in surrender
occasionally in worry dolls.
Many bridges are designed
so they cannot be crossed alone.
Choose and train your companions wisely
as you may both share this transition
or even this transformation.
There are bridges to burn.
And when you set the torch to the timbers in courage
know that fire itself transforms
changing- not destroying – matter.
And the flames you ignite may light the way
to your next transformative moment.
We may encounter drawbridges;
these can need defending
Seek your wisdom to know when to lower it,
and let your courage and perseverance
keep the way open while those you love
cross in safety.
There are times we stand
and others cross a bridge without us.
Or we let go, surrender, and cross alone.
Honor our journeys together;
share stories, share cruises, share jewelry
or love.
This is but one bridge
and another bridge may bring us back together,
even if only for the duration of our psychodrama.
Bridges span the transitions in our travels,
sometimes even our transformations.
So that with persistence and perseverance
we can cross over changed.
We meet where many bridges intersect:
some stretching from far – Europe, Canada, Puerto Rico,
Indiana or New York.
Some a close as Stuart.
These are suspension bridges
supported on cables of trust and compassion
vulnerability and love. All reinforcing one another
holding our community steady
as we seek
the bridges to our own precious selves.
Once again, we have succeeded in generating a space for each of us to grow, to change, and to build bridges among ourselves, within ourselves and with people back home. A huge Thank You to Nina, Dale and each of you who helped to create such a sacred space for our psychodrama summer camp 2018! Steve Kopp July 18, 2018