Sweet Sedona, Arizona, I Love You

In early May of this year, THWAM* and I took our first real road trip since summer 2001. (The man is not a huge fan of driving for days on end.) That one took us 5631 miles in a huge circle from Texas to San Diego and up the Pacific coast then round to Colorado and back to Texas.  It was a pilgrimage in which we visited the significant places of both our pasts, very meaningful to both of us.  You only need to do that once.

Now, ten years later, our journey was very different, mostly because it was all about me.  Yup, pretty much all mine.  I was getting strong intuitive feelings that I needed to go to Sedona.  Just go, those feelings said, and see what you find there.  THWAM, bless him, said sure we could go, but not until we got a new car.  So we went right out and bought one.

My guy took the planning on himself, and I was so happy to let him do it, as maybe I am not always so great with practical details.  Within a few days he presented me with computer printouts of maps, routes, mileage, and motel reservations–done.  Amarillo the first night, Gallup, N.M. the next, and Flagstaff, AZ. by noon of the third day.  The driving days were not too long, the highways were good, and we traded drivers about every 100 miles.  In Gallup our motel was on the historic old RTE. 66, but it doesn’t seem that special now.

In Flagstaff we were poised at the top of Oak Creek Canyon, which takes you right down to the town of Sedona.  It’s a magnificent drive down, dropping something like 2500 feet in twenty-five miles, and since THWAM was driving I was free to take in the towering red cliffs whose beauty just stunned me to actual tears.  A great start to what was to come!

Sedona is well-known to be an art center, a spiritual center, and a draw for the rich and famous.  The setting is fabulously beautiful, the air is clear, and for our visit the weather was ideal–warm days, cool nights. THWAM had picked a hotel called Sedona Real, which was also fabulous–we had a back patio from which to see the red cliff views as well as a large suite.

There are well-known vortexes in and around Sedona.  These are areas where energy swirls like a tornado and, if you are sensitive to energy, you can feel it.  You physically see the evidence of the vortex when you spot a few very old juniper trees that are very twisted in shape.

I expected to feel the energy in some way at the vortexes.  What I didn’t expect was the feeling that my body was vibrating from the moment we arrived in the town–really, vibrating!  This calmed down after a day or two, but my brain never did recover while we were there.  I mean, I totally lost my mind in Sedona, but in such a good way.  I felt so tuned in and aware, so receptive, but I really couldn’t deal with practical matters, or “think straight.” THWAM stepped up and guided me safely from place to place because I couldn’t remember where we were going or where we had been, or where anything was in relation to anything else.  It was crazy! I know he had some good laughs, watching me in my happy place.

We visited three vortexes, but I will tell you just about my experience of one of them.  This one is at Red Rock Cathedral, which is a towering red rock formation. These sites are not big rah-rah tourist attractions, but they are maintained and you will pay $5.00 to park if there’s a spot open. (There was always one spot available whenever we got there.)

At Red Rock Cathedral you park and then walk about 1/4 mile among trees along a creek to the river.  Rising high above the river is the “cathedral.”

When I stepped out of the car to begin the walk, I felt very off-balance and had difficulty breathing.  I thought maybe I wouldn’t be physically able to make it, but just kept going.  The closer I got to the rocks and the river, the stronger I felt.  At the river the woods open up to a big plain of flat rocks.  It was hot there, so I found a scrubby little bush to sit under for a bit of shade.  I sat there experiencing the peace of the place, just breathing.  Soon there was an odd feeling in my throat, an urge to sing.  Now it must be said that I do not sing well, and never aloud in public.  But I was going to sing here under my bush while others walked about quietly on the rocks.  Yikes!

I sang two songs.  One was of pure tones (which I could never make myself) that slid easily up and down the scale, accompanied in my mind by moving vertical bands of vibrant colors.  The second song felt and sounded Native American.  I knew that these songs were hymns and laments for the earth, and also blessings.  I felt very physically well and strong for the walk back to the car.

Driving around in Sedona, my attention was drawn many times to a small shop on the highway.  Called HeartWalk, its signs offered healing, readings, classes, aura photos, and so on.  My intuition said stop here, and so we did.  I met a lovely woman there, and we decided I would have a 10-minute “Angel Reading and Healing.”  I’ll spare you the details, except to say that it lasted a good deal longer than 10 minutes and at the end of it I felt wonderful.  And since that day I’ve given up being a diabetic and am feeling incredibly well.

Sedona is shopping!  There is a large area devoted to great little shops and restaurants, and I hit them all.  I came home with two special stones (malachite and cavansite), and two beautiful stone pendants. There was one shop that I visited more than once because the art was so beautiful.  I picked out a painting I loved, but then the $6700 price made me decide to leave it there.  Beautiful art pieces are everywhere in Sedona. There is a “colony” called Tlaquepaque (tlockeypockey) filled with art shops, where I bought a pair of earrings by a local Zuni artist.  Native American art is widely available here, as it is also all along the highways of New Mexico and Arizona.

I think I might have failed in my attempt to explain here why going to Sedona meant so much to me.  It was just a place where I could breathe easily, be myself, and not explain my “craziness ” to anyone because the same was all around me.  I loved that, and needed it too, I think. Sedona will be in my heart forever.

*The Husband Who Adores Me



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One Response to “Sweet Sedona, Arizona, I Love You”

  1. martha bailey on July 17th, 2011 at 8:21 am

    I loved reading about this even though you told me about it. I will be going there someday.