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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