This is just a beginning, to get me started. I’m still processing how I felt walking the Golden Gate Bridge for the first time. I’m not sure why I chose this picture, just a glimpse of the bridge, not even a glimpse—all ocean.
What stands out for me is waking from sleep slowly the morning after; with eyes still closed, I put myself there again and holding onto the bridge tight because looking down and imaging myself there looking down sent the butterfly feeling down into my tummy. I kept repeating the scene over and over, calling up the feeling of falling. I couldn’t do it while I was there because it was too close. This beginning may end here, but I hope that I am able to write more later about my visit. But this may very well be it. Bridge, ocean, wind, boats—a good day.