Bridging the Gap…


Bridging the Gap…

“Turning my wounds into wisdom.”
~borrowed from Ms. Oprah Winfrey~

For the last few years of allowing myself to be directed to do the things I love. Focusing on activities like photography, traveling, gardening, blogging and subjects like lighthouses, spiral staircases, vintage door knockers, patterned tiles, black and white too (I got it from my dad), windmills, flowers, butterflies. Things that are man-made and created by God as well. I’ve discovered plenty from both.

One thing that fascinates me are bridges. One restaurant I’ve tried mounted photos of bridges which I must assume are from different countries that they have visited.

This has propelled me to gather all those bridges I’ve came across with through the years. Besides, bridges has inspired us in more ways than one, it was in a song: “Bridge over troubled water”, and it was even in movies (Bridges of Madison county, A bridge too far, Broken bridges, etc.). There was even a motto about it: “Do not cross the bridge until you get there.” 

True enough, bridges for me are symbolic. It gives you courage. Or make you realized that you are brave and willing to take risks literally crossing the bridge or challenges of life per se.

First, you evaluate the sturdiness of the bridge, actually there are a lot to test. The wood planks you will set foot on, the ropes or chains that holds it to somewhere robust and hold it for a lifetime. How loose it’ll shake due to it’s suspension.

And how about the end of the bridge. What’s it like?

The depth of where you’re gonna fall, just in case. Knock on wood. (–,)

Are there other people who might block your way?

Even the distance, how long are you going to keep your guts intact so as to cross it and reach the end.

Enumerating this, isn’t it a symbol of life’s challenges?

Looking at bridges this way, I hold such appreciation to this man-made ingenuity as a means of traveling. Or crossing another land, another place. And to realize that in each adventure, “All it takes is courage.”

And since you were connected to the other end (bridge as connections), you felt to be a different person, a braver one perhaps.

Here are some of the bridges I’ve crossed over through the years.

casa
Casa San Pablo, Laguna
bridge 2
Singapore..
caleruega
Caleruega, Batangas..
caleruega 2
In Caleruega again..
canyon woods
Canyon Woods, Tagaytay..
bridge
Filinvest, Alabang…
san juanico bridge
I asked the driver to pull-over so I can take this…=) San Juanico, bridge, Eastern Visayas..
mactan
While here, the driver won’t let me. So I captured even the knick knacks in his dashboard… This is Mactan bridge in Cebu..
bridge
Just a short one at Balay Indang… Tropical plants can be seen below.. The vines covering the canopy protected passers from the heat of the sun…=)

Determining what’s it like on the other end allows us to creatively determine our decisions whether to cross it or not. Or if there’s no other way to go to the other side. Evaluate the risks and courage to overcome fear in crossing them, especially if there’s no more turning back.

Better yet, appreciate all that comes to it while crossing. It could be a crystal clear brook below, or huge trees standing mighty proud and looking at you while crossing, or in my case, even encountering a harmless dog proving to me that it is safe to cross. =)

I have eyed stunning ones from different places:

Chateau Hestia

Hestia
Courtesy of: http://extraordinarymeh.blogspot.com/2013/04/chateau-hestia-2013.html

Majayjay falls

majayjay
Courtesy of: http://www.lakadpilipinas.com/2010/11/en-route-road-to-taytay-waterfalls.html
Courtesy of Green Canyon
Green Canyon, Eco Art Resort Courtesy of: https://www.facebook.com/greencanyonph/photos/pb.601211599925964.-2207520000.1443966783./776690632378059/?type=3&theater

And if fate permits, Hanoi, Vietnam.

hanoi
Courtesy of: http://www.news.com.au/travel/world-travel/walk-head-on-into-buzzing-hanoi/story-e6frfqai-1226593045909

And who knows I might go as far.

ferreiros-do-dao-tondela-portugal
Ferreiros-do-dao-tondela in Portugal
Brooklyn bridge
Brooklyn bridge in New York!
ourika valley
Ourika valley/ Camel trekking in Morocco! =) Courtesy of: http://cameltrekking-4×4-trips.com/excursions.html
traveling couple.jpg
Photo of this hanging bridge at Masungi Georeserve grabbed from: http://travelingcouple.net/masungi-georeserve-tips-and-reminders/

They say that if you dream, you better dream big!

And if you might have encounter one awesome bridge, please do share it (them) with me. I’d really appreciate it. =)

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beautsantua

-An only daughter. A mother of an 18 year old son. Passionate with so many things. A lover of life itself. First of which is to write. Then, sing (I specifically love the stage), read, cook, travel & take beautiful pictures (photography) and scrap booking, all of which are my own way of coping with life's challenges. Friends usually associate me with the color violet. I love this color so much! Though, I love pink, red, teal, orange, yellow, blue as well! Coffee is my water and my happy food is cheesecake topped w/ blueberries, yogurt, sansrival and cream puff. I mastered fettuccine carbonara because that is one of my favorite food as well, along w/ broccoli, prawns and mushrooms. Secretly, I love "Stitch" - that grinning indigo pup. =) Seriously, I dream to become a philanthropist (starting off by providing shelter to street children in our country) and a famous author someday. I'm just waiting for God's time for my first book to be published.- It took me years to decide to blog, more so to write and have it out in the open. As I used to write even when I was a teenager, and I just keep them on file. It was my outlet. Approaching the year they say where life begins, or If I may say, the sweeter life. It was a year full of emotions. As I lost my father a year before and I guess in one way or another, the unfathomable sadness prompted me to pour them out in my writings and share them to the world, hoping it might lighten the heaviness of my heart. I live now with my son and mother, as a mother and as a daughter (as a friend and a sister), this has made me be ready to finally do what I am meant to do. Even If there's a lot that I wanted to do. This came first, like a first love that occupied a special place in my heart. It's a looong process, tiring, frustrating, exciting. The best part? is the happiness it brings. Even if things around seems all so wrong. It's like having my own place under the sun. My own safe and happy rainbowed world. At times, there's guilt as well, for I strongly believe, writing (like singing) is a talent God has gifted us. We ought to use it and maximize it, in our littlest way, share it to mankind, for His glory. I just had a few distractions over the years and to realize that it is never too late to be who we ought to be, I have this very strong feeling, now is the time. All my life, I have decided on things that made me happy, this is one of those. I may never be a winner of those best blogs that have been awarded to talented writers/ bloggers and I don't mind, there are strikes of being envious, but according to my father, there are two kinds of being envy. There's envy that is so negative, it'll hamper you from doing good and there's an envy that makes you happy for them, or seeing yourself in their shoes, I think, the kind of envy in me, is the latter. Like celebrities who missed an Oscar, while the film was watched by the whole world, she/he did not mind, it's like knowing what counts best, and it's the capacity to share your talents to anyone who wants to receive it, without asking anything in return. Expressing what's in my heart and mind on every occasion (which happens to be daily) and being happy about it is like a prize already. Happy reading!(--,)

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