The Hanging Bridge in Montezuma

We spent a week in Montezuma, a beach town in the Nicoya Peninsula. 
In a time where it seems as though every inch of the forest has been lost to development, Montezuma glistens with its ruggedness and natural beauty. 
We stayed at a jungle lodge atop the mountain, waking up to capuchin monkeys sitting in our patio in the breathtaking sunrise. It was truly the most magical week of my life. I had already been enjoying Costa Rica for five weeks, but here I started to see my raw self. And I noticed that everyone I met could also see my raw self. As if we had known each other for a long time. I felt connected to the energy of creation. There was no destruction, only life.
In order to get to town, the first step was to walk across the hanging bridge, followed by a steep hike down. The bridge sits atop the trees, I could see the branches and leaves squished under it as I was walking. In the afternoons the monkeys would play on it, and at dusk the bats would fly over it.
My tendency is to feel anxious when that far away from the ground. The first couple times I crossed it, I just looked at the opposite end and walked as fast as possible while not shaking it too much. But gradually, I started to stop in different spots, breathe, and soak in the views. By crossing the bridge I was facing one of my fears. As Don Miguel Ruiz explains in "The Four Agreements", every time we face one of our fears, we become a little more free.