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Bridge to Normal? #hubsphoto

I have always loved bridges.

hubs photo of bridge

This camelback truss bridge crosses the North Fork of the Shoshone River and leads to the UXU Ranch. Copyright by WyoJones. All rights reserved. Used with permission.

I have always loved bridge pictures. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because they are kind of an invitation to cross over to something new, or saying, “Come on over! We have hope over here!” 

There is a lot of talk about the new normal. I don’t care if it’s new or old, I just want to walk over the bridge to something like normal. 

We actually went out to dinner last week and sat in a restaurant with friends. It felt wonderful. 

I will say, I have more appreciation for the little things, like a haircut or eating out. I had to drive north to pick up the hubs and as I was driving through the beautiful, empty countryside, with spring poking its head out, I thought, “I remember doing this.”

It felt normal, but also weird and like it had been years, not a couple of months. 

I am so grateful for each tiny bit of normal and hope it comes for you all, too. 

Perilously yours,


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