How to be both a bridge and an island

A couple of weeks ago, I spent an evening with two friends who had never met. Happily, I watched as their commonalities forged a bond. I thought about my life as a bridge. How many times have I sat back quietly after the introductions and the leading sentences as two lovely friends of mine became friends. This is something that I love. I want to be a bridge always but then I also admire islands.

The last few weeks have been crazy. I moved back into my house where I haven't been living. It was dirty and tired and it needed love. I've been painting and working on things. I've been out of my mind with the kitchen torn apart and without any soft places to sit and to be. Sleeping has been a challenge. But somehow, things are working out. I've had so much help from so many friends and I know that when I look back at this era of my life, I will be amazed. Even right now, I am in awe, sitting here with my naked feet touching the clean wood floors. I can just be here, like my own little island at peace.