The Bridge

I went to visit my soul last night. I brought supplies with me this time. I am not sure yet what I am doing, but I decided to build a bridge to the other side of the water. I do not know how to build a bridge, nor do I know what supplies I need. I brought with me every type of building supply, and every tool I could find. I unloaded everything onto the shore of the water. I looked across the water searching for my soul on the other side. I stood still, my eyes searching the trees, the hills and the waters edge. She finally appeared at the edge of the trees. I realized then that I was holding my breath as I waited. My soul smiled and waved to me. My soul has not smiled for many moons. I held up all of my tools and supplies for her to see. I could see her gently laughing. I looked at the dirt at my feet. Then I looked at the pile of wood, nails, cement, rebar, pipes, and tools. I started to feel overwhelmed, and frustrated. I grabbed a shovel and started digging. It felt good to be doing something. Even if that was not what was needed. I continued to dig until I had a deep hole in front of me. I picked up a piece of wood and stuck it into the hole, and filled the hole back up with dirt around the wood. I looked across the water and saw my soul had been doing the same thing. She had dug a hole, but she had put a flowering tree in the hole. She was gathering water to give the tree. Its flowers  were were bright and vivid against the dark grey background. I looked down at my wooden stake, firmly planted in the ground and burst out laughing. My soul even without words,  across an entire body of water, was able to tell me so much. Planning is needed to build something useful. It is important to cultivate the beauty of things around me. Do not act so hastily. Love what I do, as well as the outcome. I stood staring for a long time at the beauty of the tree she had planted. I left my stake in the ground. I waved farewell to my soul. I will be back soon and try again to build the bridge to my soul.