Now what kind of spiritual symbol could this be in my life?  Well, a faucet is a funnel for water from some mysterious and grateful reservoir through the pipes to a spot I can operate and use in the kitchen.  It allows me control over the water, moving the faucet from one sink to another, turning it on and off, hot and cold.

Emotional control.  Well that makes sense.  When it was out of order we had to pick up pliers, fasten it to the broken knob and wrestle it to and from, up and down.  Less control on feelings this past weekend.  Good symbol.

I’m shifting.  From this to that.  In the middle of a shift, the future is murky and the past is fading away.  Do I want to buy a sportscar that is fun and crazy and so much like a part of me?  Or recognize logic with a fuel efficient hatchback with room for hauling things and people?  Can I weep when I feel the loss of my pets without draining my body and getting a headache?  Am I willing to go to a party with a friend who talks more about her self right now instead of asking me about me?

Sure.  It’s another day in paradise and I will be able to watch the dawn over the snowy mountain range as I am driven over the floating bridge.  My faith and love of the Divine is always a floating bridge.  My doubt is a broken faucet.