11th March 2026

Walking each other home

Alison Lingwood

Categories: NARRATIVE, Philosophy2.5 min readViews: 144

Bridges and Wormholes

I was inspired to write this after the passing of my Mother in October 2025. I was lent the book, “Walking each other home” by Ram Dass.

What do these bridge look and feel like that connect us ? Are they linear structures going from one place to another or multidirectional complex interactions?

We are constructing new bridges every time we meet people so that we can move together and find new places of potential and coherence?

Is this the art to healing our separation form each other, nature and the divine?

The bridges can be as solid as the steel expanse in San Francisco, as ornate as Tower Bridge in London or as delicate as a filament woven by the spider. What kind of bridge is best in each situation, for that time and place now? That said, every bridge needs good foundations for it to be strong and last.

Do more bridges bring better communication and illumination ? Perhaps they then become too crowded and confusing?

Crossing over

A bridge is always that opportunity to cross over something that otherwise could be dangerous or impossible without help. It gives acess to another place more easily, a different space.

Most bridges are built in places where there is flowing water or moving traffic. Some are built in the water connecting deeply with the depths of this underground elemental life force.

Sky bridges

Sometimes we can build bridges in the sky between places and people never needing to be in direct contact. Prayers, chants and pule (Hawaiian word for prayer)  connect us across time and space. Once we have had a connection with something or someone it is never lost; the interconnectivity and entanglement of all things.

The new grid

The universe is creating new grids, bridges of interconnectiveness to anchor this new astrological cycle not seen for 6000 years. We are all helping. What part are you playing in this new construction ?
The whales sing travelling between continents and the birds migrate announcing the arrival of spring or the start of winter. They are constants in an ever changing field of consciousness.

My Mother died suddenly and it was a difficult time even though she was 92 years old. I had expected that she would be with me forever ! In many ways she still. As I connect to her consciousness her light is bright and her smile strong and sweet.

It reminded me of a quote from Bruce Lipton

ʻ I am not in this body but the broadcast is meʻ

We build these bridges and wormholes in space for each other throughout life and also at the end as we transition from this dimension to another. We give life and death to places and people each day sometimes without bringing full awareness to our actions.

At the core of our being we are amazing creators and this universe is asking us to co-create together and with love. What a legacy we can leave.