There is a bridge. Over a creek. Nearby. Along a gravel road. Quiet. Alone. Yet full of life. Sometimes I go there to offer blessings, wishes and hopes. Sometimes I return with one. This was my day, yesterday.
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just lovely...a time to offer...a time to receive...
Some days I leave work and take the long way home...over the bridge...stop and reflect on the day and days ahead...just listen to the quiet on that small bridge in the middle of nowhere.
There is a bridge. Over a creek. Nearby. Along a gravel road. Quiet. Alone. Yet full of life. Sometimes I go there to offer blessings, wishes and hopes. Sometimes I return with one. This was my day, yesterday.
8 comments:
just lovely...a time to offer...a time to receive...
How I would love to come across a bridge with those notes hanging on it. I'd probably take a picture of it & put it on my blog. PEACE! Jan
Some days I leave work and take the long way home...over the bridge...stop and reflect on the day and days ahead...just listen to the quiet on that small bridge in the middle of nowhere.
Thank you for sharing those pictures. I can't be at the bridge, but the peacefulness of it is with me now.
{{{hugs}}}
what a lovely idea...
I have a bridge nearby. Thanks for the idea. I will go there more. Usually, I go to Lake Michigan.
Joyce
I absolutley love the image of the bridge with someone walking across it. Great shot, I guess walking across bridge is our next set of words.
What a great idea and rather poetic - sending your wishes off from a bridge. I like the idea that a stranger might come across your messages.
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