Living Zen Life

I woke in a fog this morning
Seven Bridges Road making tracks in my head.
I couldn't remember lyrics
only ...down the seven bridges road...

Why Seven Bridges Road?
Surely there could be no particular reason
no deeper meaning for this lovely
grace-filled soulful tune to come to me
out of the deep hours of night?

I am not so sure.
There are coincidences, surely, yet
too ready a reliance on coincidence
we may miss deeper reverberations
happening at the intersection of Spirit and life.

Writing about my wife's death has brought her last days and moments powerfully back to me.
Three years I avoided looking at her drawing books.
I couldn't.  I thought, no, I can't. 
She enjoyed drawing but in the hand of a child.
I opened her drawing books days ago.

I knew what her drawings showed.
She was not subtle. She understood bridges,
bridges and their place in the spiritual life,
representing the soul's crossing over to the other side.
Most of her drawings had bridges in them.
She was getting ready to walk 
down seven bridges road.

Seven bridges road
Steve Young's ode to the mystery of life
roads we take willingly or unwillingly
roads we run from or run down
the blind and hesitant steps we take along the way.

Did my wife choose Seven Bridges Road to speak to me?
No. The Spirit, however, of that I am not so sure.