Once we headed north from Highway 17 and began our drive up State Route 179 towards Sedona , we paused and breathed in the air . Sedona lay 13 miles further North and we recognized — energetically — that there was something there , waiting for us .
The road unfurled , over rise and down between dusty shrubs and red earth . The distant mountains called to us , sirens of aged stone and sacred words ... I heard the sounds of The Ancients Ones — their songs and music , their chants and healing words ... such grandeur and beauty !
Neelam took photos as we were “ pushed ” by a trail of cars on a nonpassable road ... a “ click ” here and there , her voice filled with “ Ohhs and Ahhs ” as the landscape shifted with each turn on the black ribbon road .
I rolled down the window , escaping the sanctuary of air conditioned comfort and vehicular isolation , instead I absorbed the scent of the earth and the caress of the high desert with her imperial blue sky and the taste of red rock in the air .
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