Bridges I have an invitation for you. But first an image. Youโve heard of the Bridge on the River Kwai? A Bridge over Troubled Waters? How about the Bridge to Terabithia? War. Grief. Escape. The search for relief. A bridge…
Lenten Lights F Earlier this week my daughter and I chased the evening light so we could get a walk before dark. We followed the curve of the river along the Harpeth Greenway. She rode her scooter, and I walked…
One of the central metaphors for my work and sense of vocation is a bridge. This summer I saw one of the most iconic bridges of the American imagination: Golden Gate in San Francisco, California. Both days we got close to the bridge it was shrouded partially in fog. Not unusual in the Bay area. Not unusual for the work of bridge building and walking.