I need to follow my instincts more. And stop thinking so much.
Going back to Sedona was one of my best decisions — a decision made on pure gut and intuition rather than common sense. That return visit provided a jolt of “aliveness” that I had been lacking here in Chicago, along with astounding moments of clarity. The hiking, yoga and meditation, of course, helped to foster this. Trading the city drama for solitude in the Southwest will do that to seeker. That’s what I consider myself: a seeker.
It was as though the universe it giving me a gigantic hug and providing gentle encouragement to explore, investigate and question — in the quest to come a little closer to my true Spirit. I caught myself crying several times out of sheer bliss. I also shed tears of conflict, largely in part because I feel that I’m on the verge of SOMEthing and am a little scared to make that leap into the unknown — whatever it may be.
I live a storybook life to an outsider looking in: dream job, hip condo, no attachments, disposable income, corporate travel, swanky parties. Yet, I know in my heart that this isn’t for me, not for much longer. Glimmers of this truth shined through while I was hiking Sedona and the Grand Canyon. I felt it.
This five-day journey was one of exploration without any agenda, however. And I think that’s why such strong feelings penetrated me: I was open without really trying. While ambling through Sedona and the Grand Canyon, I encountered all sorts of fascinating people: a yogini-photographer who left her corporate job at Starbucks to follow her intuition; a quirky astronomer who built his own mega-telescope that illuminated stars in a way that blew my mind; a past life regression therapist who unlocked some amazing lessons for me; a massage therapist who balances out the chakras through vibrational sensitivity; an aura photographer who scientifically explained how she captures a person’s energy on film.
Each of these people opened my eyes up to new things, things that would cause most people’s eyes to roll. But mine just opened wider. They’ve each had the courage to unlock a truth that so many others would immediately dismiss. I could go on and on and on about each of these beautiful encounters, and others. In time, perhaps I will. My past life regression is something that I’m still processing. All I can write now … is that is was a gift.
Something about Sedona provides fertile ground for spiritual growth. I believe that I’ll end up there someday. Until then, I do intend to make return visits and tap into the energy and the people who reside there.