The living bridge by http://www.amoschapple.com The description given was by Jessica Peavy
Deep in the rainforests of the Indian state of Meghalaya, bridges are not built, they’re grown. For more than 500 years locals have guided roots and vines from the native Ficus Elastica (rubber tree) across rivers, using hollowed out trees to create root guidance systems.
How ingenious the idea boggles my mind. Who was the first to begin this chain of action that created this marvel. There is not only this bridge, there are others, you will find them if you do a search on Google or…… In life we grow by overcoming obstacles and challenges that land in our everyday lives. They can appear like weeds in the cracks of sidewalks, or a stubborn stain on a favourite shirt. LOL we know what to do with these, and if we don’t, usually there is someone we can ask or a place to go to find a solution. What about the problems that come along that aren’t so easily solved. Do you view your problems as opportunities for growth? do you make the best of the situation you find yourself in, or dealing with? I wonder how long it takes for the roots of the rubber tree to grow, does anyone know?
I am reminded how everlasting Nature is, and how even with the slings and arrows we (humans) bombard her with, the sun comes up each morning, and the moon comes out at night. Soon I will be able to look out my back door and see the new growth in the trees and shrubs. When the sun is higher in the sky, I’ll feel the warmth on my skin, and smell the earth soaking in the energy of life, to feed the winter weary roots that are waking after a long cold winter. The sun and moon bridge our days and nights.
History captured by ptitesmith 12 and posted on Flickr. Here is a road that most have been build rock by rock (Pompei, Italy) See how smooth the years have made them. Each one of us, like these rocks, or the roots above, are being guided, we are only a piece/particle in a very large cosmos. Will there be a reminder of our having been here, when we are gone, returned to dust/ashes. I would be like a gentle autumn breeze rustling the multi coloured leaves till they fall, creating a patchwork of different shapes and shades against fields of yellow, gold and green. Sometimes felt, remembered but not seen.
Today,tomorrow & always …Oyashikiri
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