Does the phrase “It’s all downhill from here” mean “It all gets worse from here” or “From here everything gets easier”? I suppose it depends on where the coast downhill will land you, and you can never be sure of that until you have finally arrived.
While drivers are dashing back and forth across the bridge, fixed on where they need to go and what they need to do, who is traveling the bridge that is in the water, that wavering image that goes, not over the depths, but through them?
In the busyness of daily life, what helps you to go deep?
Do you remember climbing a tree—perhaps a favorite tree from your childhood? Can you feel the bark against your skin, the tension of grappling for a hold, the relaxation of settling into the most comfortable crook?
What particular tree is precious to you in memory or in your present?