In a few weeks, I return to one of the most magical places I’ve ever traveled: Sedona.
I’ve spent the past three weeks trying to decide how to use vacation time wrapped around the long President’s Day holiday weekend. An all-inclusive beach resort in Mexico? A coffee plantation in Panama? A tree-top yoga retreat in Nicaragua? Someplace new and someplace warm, I kept telling myself. The world is my oyster.
But … I kept coming back to Sedona. And now I’m booked.
I shouldn’t be surprised by the pull. Three years ago, I spent four days in Red Rock Country and discovered a brilliant, mystical energy that’s clung to me ever since. It was just me and a rental car, weaving along long highway roads speckled with red dust and framed by gorgeous natural rock sculptures. I did lots of yoga, and lots of hiking. In fact, I unknowingly hiked to one of the strongest vortex sites — aka energy sites — in all of Sedona. I also had a goosebump-inducing New Age experience with a healer who claimed to harness the energy of angels. That is a story in itself, for another time.
The solo journey was transformative and rejuvenating. While I don’t seek to replicate the exact same experience, I do embrace the opportunity to make new discoveries with this return trip. I plan to spend a day at the Grand Canyon. I plan to do lots of yoga — lots and lots. And I’ve even been researching past life regression therapy, as perhaps that wonderfully “woo-woo” Sedona experience could unlock something really amazing within me. My zeal for trying new things and intense curiosity leaves that door open.
I return with an open mind and open heart. The decision to return to Sedona just feels … right. And that feeling, that absolute certainty, is a wonderful thing.
In the book and film “Gone with the Wind,” Scarlett O’Hara says she gets her strength from Tara, the plantation from her childhood. Whenever she needed a pick-me-up, or to be reminded of the strong woman she truly was, she found herself back at Tara.
Sedona is my Tara.