Desert Scenery

Sedona, Arizona

Still not sure what a vortex is after a full week of downward dogging on the red rocks of Sedona. After what can only be described as a terrible day of traveling, my dad, stepmom, little sister and I arrived at Enchantment Resort, nestled amongst the rocks of Boynton Canyon, a vortex of Sedona that I was told was dominated by both male and female energies, making it a place for relationships to mend and travelers to get in touch with their feminine or masculine side, as the case may be.

Our days were filled with morning and afternoon yoga, healthy (read: fibrous) food, and a few spa treatments and hikes thrown in to balance the luxurious and rustic elements that make Sedona famous as a world-class destination to not only work out, but work in as well. Perhaps the most rigorous work in I experienced in Sedona was the (wouldn’t be a vacation without one!) family screaming match that broke out. It changed my opinions, shook me, and left me with a different perception of my family unit. It’s one I’m not too sure I’m okay with, but all good things take time and work, and family, well, family is a great thing, so one cannot expect things to change overnight, or over even after a few years. We are learning everyday, and I hope changing and growing- not just me, all of us. My family unit has become my three sisters more than my parents these days. They are who I go to for security and assuredness, and I would not trade them for anyone or anything in this lifetime.

Speaking of lifetimes, my most life changing spiritual experience to date took place in the vortex that is Boynton Canyon. I took part in a past lives regression. My notes are scribbled and my memory foggy on the details, but the fact remains that I laid on a table with a women who guided me through my past. My memories, experiences, fears, and tendencies all made more sense when I realized they are deep seated not just from birth, but from many births, over many lives, in many places. My father and I ran as horses in a past life, my best friend was actually my little brother in one life and a lover in another, and my sister and I were wolves that hunted together, and lost together. My grandfather from this life and lives past picked me up, I felt it, I saw it, and it moved me to tears. It’s so strange to let in light like that, allow energy of something as “crazy” as past lives to flow through you. I had to keep checking that I wasn’t levitating off the table. Though I don’t want to get too deep into it since this is a public slice of the cyberspace and I don’t need people who do not understand and refuse to open their minds judging me for something they cannot possibly understand, I will say this: if you ever get the chance…do it. Just see what you can take from it. I promise it will be more than you expect.

Sedona was interesting and beautiful. It was healing and hurt me irreparably. It was a week I will never forget. It made me look at my little sister and just love her so much in that moment I couldn’t possibly think of anything else. It made me reevaluate my relationships with family members, with friends, with people who have joined me in this life and lives past. Lisa, our yogi and spiritual leader for our week there was so incredible- she helped me to look at Sedona, look at every situation I have encountered since, and take only what serves me, leaving behind thoughts and actions that don’t. And what I have taken from Sedona is this: hiking boots are expensive, but damn it, I can’t wait to wear them all over this planet. I have so much more learning to do and so much more to see.