Bridge of Wind
I live in Lancaster County and work in York County, and never twain shall meet (to steal a line from Rudyard Kipling). "Oh, East is East and West is West, and never twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat."
When I work, I work. When I am not at work, I don't want to any in any sense feel as if I am at work. Like run into my students at the supermarket. Or the mall...not that I go to the mall anyway.
I love the bifurcation by bridge of my life. For nearly twenty years I have tried to leave my home burdens on the Lancaster side and my work burdens on the York side like some psychological umbrella. Some might classify this a schizoidal but it works for me on a conscious level. One umbrella is red, the other white, and when I use them, is determined by day or night. The Houses of York and Lancaster....some ancient monarchy issue of where loyalties were, symbolized by a red or white rose.
Subconsciousnessly, I probably am always somewhere on the bridge. It is truly impossible to sever the two sides. I was thinking that as I drove across the Susquehanna Bridge today. It gets really windy out there away from the shoreline protection. Good to know that God is in the wind.
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