What Happens On The Bridge
Last week, Jenna wrote a beautiful blog about the “in-between moments” of change — honoring and releasing the old while sitting in trust and awaiting the new. She used nature as a mirror for transformation, pointing to the changing seasons and the rise and fall of the tides as reflections of our own inner cycles. Her words inspired me so deeply that I asked if I could build upon her post, and she graciously gave her blessing.
Jenna used the metaphor of a bridge, writing, “We are constantly crossing bridges between old versions of ourselves and new ones.” That image feels profoundly true because we cross so many bridges throughout our lives, yet we often resist the journey every step of the way.
Why is crossing a bridge so uncomfortable for us?
Simple: the mind wants certainty, and the ego wants a clear identity.
The moment we step onto the bridge, with our backs turned toward the past, a certain silence begins to descend. Being alone with our thoughts can feel deeply uncomfortable because we begin asking ourselves difficult questions: How did I get here? Who am I now? What happens next?
Out of fear, we often try to turn around, only to find old energy, emotional attachments, patterns, and identities waiting to be purified and released. If we remain fixated on the past, heaviness can settle into the heart and mind. But the moment we begin to accept what has ended and surrender to the process, something beautiful happens. The ashes of what we have left behind begin fertilizing the soil for what is to come.
Eventually, we find ourselves standing in the center of the bridge — a sacred space of quiet contemplation and purification. Here, we may feel uncertain of where we are going or even who we are becoming, yet this is the very place where trust is born. Self-love, patience, and presence become our companions.
If we try to force the future before its proper time, anxiety takes hold. But when we allow ourselves to remain present in the moment, the center of the bridge begins to nourish us. And if we are willing to pause long enough, we may even realize the view from the bridge is beautiful, too.
This is where the new seed is planted.
As we slowly begin discovering this new version of ourselves, natural opportunities begin appearing, gently revealing the pathway forward. The seed sprouts, and with each courageous step, it grows a little stronger, a little steadier, reaching toward the light.
Then one day, almost without realizing it, we step off the bridge and place our feet firmly into the soil of a new season of life. The sprout has now become a living plant, one that will eventually bear fruit or flowers according to how it has been nurtured along the way.
In time, the harvest comes.
And with every harvest… another bridge awaits.