WINTER 10        

the sweeping views, the territorial scat left by a puma on a narrow ledge along the cliff...all say that it is the right spot for the night. dusk, and i head back to my pack left on the plateau; but incomprehensibly the GPS leads me astray. the frightful realization comes: the backpack is lost, my indispensable safety gear for the night! with quickly dropping temperature and wind picking up, a rather serious situation arises.

after orienting myself in the dark, i manage to run into the boundary fence of the Navajo Reservation—against which i had the common sense of leaving my gear.

boundary-ruling Saturn versus technology failing-ruling Uranus. in my bones, i feel the grand clash of these archetypal energies—currently opposite in the sky and in the affairs of this world.

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