The View from a Drawbridge

The random musings of a bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.

A friend of mine recently posted this quote on her Facebook page: In order to see birds it is necessary to become a part of the silence. ~ Robert Lynd What a lovely sentiment. But it’s harder to do than it seems at first glance. Most of us live in a world full of noise …

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As I write this, a construction crew is tearing up the pavement on my bridge. It’s long overdue, and I’m really looking forward to not having potholes in my parking space anymore, but still, they are making an ungodly racket. I’ve actually had to resort to wearing earplugs, which is making it quite a challenge …

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More than one man in my life has said that to me, and it always works. For a split second. Because I’m rendered speechless by the arrogance, the gall, the unbelievable nerve that it takes to even conceive of that sentence, let alone utter it out loud. It seems to be part of the collective …

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Extremes

The View from a Drawbridge

The most profound silence I have ever experienced was in Mesa Verde National Park in Colorado. Miles from civilization, the quiet takes on a character one does not usually experience, to the point where the flapping of a raven’s wings startles you. The best thing I have ever eaten was a seafood pasta dish called …

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