Lake, wild horses, moon
It was my last night to sit out before heading back to California. It was also my birthday. I was at Omak Lake with Spencer Martin, the Methow Indian who has taken it upon himself to initiate me into the spiritual traditions of his people. On f0ur previous occasions this summer, as well as several last summer, we sat up all night under the stars, making ourselves available to whatever sights, sounds, information, and inspirations the Universe might have for us.
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