Thursday, December 3, 2015

The Bridge....and a FREE giveaway!

I read a daily reader by Melody Beattie called The Language of Letting Go. On page 41 she has an entry about a bridge which reminded me of my own bridge analogy with my girl.

 I often think in pictures and for the past few years now with my girl, I have a picture of a bridge in my mind. Every contact I have with her is part of building that bridge. We each live on opposite ends of the bridge, but we are often able to use our bridge as our meeting spot.

Those visits, at the upper arch in the middle, where the view is beautiful, give us some common ground to share. There is no judgement there, no expectations, just love and acceptance. From there we can each go back to our own different worlds, live autonomously and do whatever we need to do to take care of ourselves...but we always know that there is this span of stone and mortar that join us together. That give us those small increments of time that we can be in the moment with each other.

The bridge is invaluable to us. It provides a clear open path for us to meet, to talk, to be with each other....we always know its there, its a comfort when things become scary. When it seems that our world is crashing around us....we can always meet on our bridge. It leaves a door open for my girl to find her way over to my side of the bridge where I live in relative peace and calm, when she is ready.

In hope and love....

PS: The first 2 people to email me ( with their address will receive their own copy of The Language of Letting Go in the mail. 


Birdie said...

I love this analogy. :-)

I already have my own copy of the Language of Letting go but how totally awesome that you are giving away 2 copies. Melody Beattie was way ahead of her time!

SoberMomWrites said...

Oh I love this visual! What a beautiful way to approach your lives. You are such a shining light in my life. Thank you for that.


PS - I have that book on my bookshelf. I need to pull it down and take another look. Thank you for that also. ;)

Anonymous said...

I like to read your posts, Annette, think about them and sometimes read them again. I did that with this one. I like thinking about the place on the bridge where my son and I can meet, even though our differences often divide us. Our bridge has endured a lot of damage and is not in good shape, but it's still there.