Collapsing Bridges!

A story was told to me today of a town that had contentious groups of people. Apparently they fussed and treated each other in loathesome ways. As the story would have it, the bridge was a connection between the groups. It provided the opportunity for people to cross from one side to the other creating hate and discontent among each other. No one was forced to cross the bridge to participate in this ritual nor did many of them remember why they felt compelled to make the trip to the other side and participate in the stress and chaos. At one time or the other someone would raise the topic of staying on their side of the bridge and letting the other side alone. The effort was made but each time it ended with someone from one side or the other losing control and crossing back over the bridge and into the fray. One day the bridge collapsed. After the initial shock of the distance between them the two groups of people began to smile and wave at each other over the short distance between them. They were no longer minding each other's business nor could they cross over to create problems for each other. Faced with the distancing each group began to experience relief and a new sense of friendship for the other group. They began to enjoy the occasional visit with each other made less rather than more frequent because of the distance in travel imposed on them when the bridge collapsed.


Bridges in my life are collapsing. I am depending on the distancing to prepare the way for relief and friendly waves over the imposed distancing.