The Wheel of Iisiaxpúatachee Isawaxaawúua
I walked to the Wheel high over the Iisiaxpúatachee Isawaxaawúua, the "Mountains Where the Bighorn Sheep Make Their Home" - Bighorn Mountains in Wyoming.
A simple wheel of stones. A sanctuary for offerings, prayer, and renewal. A door - maybe just a window - to an incomprehensible universe.
The cold wind of the fall playing with prayer cloths, ribbons, and feathers. Red, yellow, blue, white, black... All hanging from the fence. Whispers with spiritual meaning.
Medicine Wheel is in the homeland of the "children of the large-beaked bird", the Apsáalooke - also spelled Absaroka - or Crows. A place inherited from ancestors lost in time that was called the "Large campsite" (Annáshisee).
The mighty circle. Supreme shape of the universe. Here with a touch of North American magic.
Eventually one gets to the Medicine Wheel to fulfill one's life.
(Old Mouse from the Arikara people.)