A Bridge To Anywhere
Sunday morning while my kids slept in I watched The Bridges of Madison County. I read the book years ago, but I don’t think I ever saw the movie in its entirety until now.
In addition to going through an entire box of Kleenex, gasping for air, and wishing that Clint Eastwood a.k.a. Robert Kincaide would come driving down my street lost and looking for, well, anything, I was flabbergasted by the intensity of one short sentence dramatically delivered by his character.
“This kind of certainty comes but once in a lifetime.”
It made me stop in my tracks, blow my nose, and think about the steadfast truths in my own life, and also, what I wish was so. Quite frankly, I was bawling.
Is there anything in my life that I am truly certain of? Without resolve? Without fail? Without any hesitation? 100%? Do most people live their lives with that kind of incredible intensity? Do most not?
Perhaps what I am most certain of is not something of which I am proud, like Francesca in Bridges? Maybe I haven’t realized it yet? Maybe it has not yet occured. Or maybe it has.
I’m not looking for confessions here.
What I’m sure of at this moment is that we can inspire and intrigue one another other by sharing our thoughts. Do it anonymously if that’s easier.
Just think of this as a little blogging bridge into the deep well of serious thought that so often eludes us in the carpool line.
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