Frozen at the Crossing
At the intersection of doubt and fear
The tranquility of our brilliant afternoon hike through the forest was interrupted by an obstacle: a rocky stream, at least 20 feet across, that had to be forded.
My companions crossed, light of foot, arms outstretched for balance.
I froze at the shore’s edge. I could not put one boot in front of the other. My body could not r…
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