[2019: Not recorded in my journal was my visit to the Golden Gate Bridge, something I had always dreamed of doing. I did share the experience with my friends on Facebook, and I wrote about it in my book GO: Sacred Solo Travel for Women. Both of these writings are included for you below.]
I have always had a thing for bridges. (And therefore I *love* the art of Jami Rose Lord.) A bridge can be a symbol of life changes, crossing a path into new or strange territory. The Golden Gate Bridge is a symbol of American ingenuity. It was said the San Francisco Bay could never be spanned by a suspension bridge surrounded by some of the harshest winds and climate conditions Mother Nature can unleash. And yet, here she is.
“At last the mighty task is done; resplendent in the western sun, the bridge looms mountain high; its titan piers grip ocean floor, its great steal arms link shore with shore, it’s towers pierce the sky.” –An excerpt from the poem The Mighty Task Is Done, written by Joseph P. Strauss, the visionary and chief engineer for the construction of the Golden Gate Bridge.
The next day, I continue south to San Francisco. My serenity is overtaken by excitement, as this is a place from my bucket list. I have always dreamed of visiting the Golden Gate Bridge. I have a fascination with bridges, and this visit seems particularly apropos. A bridge can be a symbol of life changes, crossing a path into new or strange territory.
I use BestParking.com to find free parking at Fort Point, a seacoast fortification under the southern end of the bridge. The view is spectacular, and I snap the epic selfie with the sweeping iconic structure behind and above me. It is a tower as much as a bridge from this perspective. I walk along the bay, watching pelicans fly and turtles swim. I twirl slowly with my arms out wide. I sit in the sun and listen to the lapping water and bask in the glory of a dream come true. She is every bit as majestic as I had imagined.
The Golden Gate Bridge is also a symbol of American ingenuity. It was said the San Francisco Bay could never be spanned by a suspension bridge surrounded by some of the harshest winds and climate conditions Mother Nature can unleash. And yet, here she is.
As am I, crossing into new and strange territory by myself. Mile after mile puts my past further and further behind me. I feel like I am coming into myself for the very first time. This work is about me and my soul, and I feel my deep Self coming near, feeling grateful that her voice is finally being heard; her little heart is finally being held and nurtured. I know a mighty task still lies ahead, but I feel hopeful that the little girl deep inside will take my hand and we will forge a new alliance. We will make this journey together, and I will listen carefully to all she has to offer. I will no longer rely on intelligent logic and reason alone. I will learn to value input from my heart and from my gut, as well. I will no longer seek perfection in every action, but instead endeavor to be fully present in every moment.