Crossing Bridges

It is sometimes good to cross a shaky bridge. First, there is the thrill and a multitude of questions that arise: So do I dare, or not? Will the cables hold me if the planks snap? What could happen if I fall off and how deep or cold is the river? Would anyone rescue me if I lie injured on the riverbank? … Soon, having pondered so much it seems absurd not to risk the adventure – I must cross. As I proceed, my mind is alert. I sense the movements of my body and every reaction that the rickety bridge gives me, no longer thinking about turning back, the goal is set and eventually reached. Why does this feel so good? Overcoming my initial doubts and leaving my comfort zone somehow builds new confidence. Meanwhile I realized how tranquil this place is: the old bridge, the turquoise river and its mighty roar.

El Bolsón (Argentina), December 2017