Of no great surprise given my Minneapolis roots, the subject of bridges has been on my mind quite a lot lately…
How many instances in life do we literally and figuratively deal with bridges – structures that span ideas and cultures as well as spaces and, in the case of evolving hair loss frequently persist as the only connection between two regions that were once one.
Carrying this hair analogy one step further, I find it interesting that fortifying this ‘connection zone’ across the top of a gentleman’s head has the capability to strengthen his convictions about himself and allow one who has become somewhat lost in his quest continue to forge ahead along life’s roadways with renewed confidence and a restored sense of fortitude. All because of a rebuilt bridge.
Amazing what a modest amount of relocated hair can do for a broken spirit.
I think them quite important – life’s bridges. Let us try to remember not to be so quick to destroy that which connects us to other places and people. As once so poignantly put by the British poet John Donne "No man is an island …entire of itself; everyman is a piece of the continent". We are so much more capable and admirable than I. And today, 400 plus years later our bridges have the capability to span even continents and provide further global linkage between beings which inhabit this one place, this garden of life.
I am quite sure that this is our destiny then – should we seek to survive much less flourish on this spaceship earth – this notion of a united people living and working together for the betterment of all – bridging differences and in so doing cementing our planet’s future.
Our potential when applied positively in unison rather than destructively in devisiveness will be nothing short of astonishing.
The time is now my brothers and sisters … Let’s rebuild that bridge and get over it – together.