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Apparently,
this is something I’ve been working on for several decades.
I
found a photo, circa 1959, showing my 3-year-old self, planted sturdily on a
cliff (albeit a short 3-foot drop), searching for something. I call it my
“Pocahontas stand” (minus hands-on-hips). After all, I had on my cowgirl suede
fringe coat and cowboy boots (hidden by the tall grass) . . . looking around for
something . . . while my headscarf was “blowing in the wind.” More than likely,
my older brother or sister (10 and 12 years my senior) planted me up there, and
I was looking for a way to get down — a way to change my perspective — my POV
(Point of View).
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