The world upside down

Hanging on the edge

Spirit gave me a weapon.

My feet lead me in a direction I don’t normally go—my desire to chart a new path to the creek overcoming my startling propensity for getting lost even in the most exceedingly navigable places. I crawled up muddy hills, my eyes scanning ahead, trying to discern what route might lead me where I wanted to go. And as my gaze scramble…