South Dakota

I spent a night on top of the butte. A wind rose up and frightened me because I was on the highest point in any direction for as far as I could see in the light of the moon and stars. The wind died down after I calmed myself, and I could hear the buffalo snorting and grunting down on the plain below. I guess I'd gone there hoping for a vision. It had been a sacred place for Frank Fools Crow and for Crazy Horse. A thought rose up and frightened me because I felt in my body that I was being stalked by a mountain lion. My fear died down after I'd calmed myself and trusted in my prayer. A moment came in which I felt something like the flapping of large wings right above and behind my head.