Sedona, quite a magical place all in all. We arrived on March 1st to begin our month long stay. The house that we have rented is quite special too. There are windows everywhere, each one offering a different angle and view of the red rock topography. There is a solarium and many places to sit inside and be quiet or outside on a multitude of decks, the best of these being the roof-top deck that provides a vista of all of the views that people come from miles away to see. The stars at night are polka-dotted over a pitch black canvas that blankets the area every night and winks down at we lesser mortals. Perhaps this is the time for me to take up astronomy. Who knows?
Here in Sedona there are lots of opportunities to go all mystical. The place abounds with Psychics hoping to cast light on all of our unanswered questions. And too, it is definitely a community for the artist, and for those of us
who are less artistic, to feast our eyes and empty our pockets. There is a lot to learn as well about the acclaimed vortexes that provide we humans with great surges of energy and even greater senses of well being. Gotta get me some of that.
There are many trails to follow and wildlife that I have not seen up close before. Yesterday, we saw a family of Quail bustling by our window, likely in search of lunch. I expect that at some time the Quail also become lunch, as we hear tell there are bobcats about. Yikes. A bobcat is one form of wildlife that I would prefer not to see up close. There are also many deer and while that is a wonderful thing to see, I note that the neighbours who are trying to cultivate some greenery in their otherwise arid gardens have protected their precious shrubs with wire fencing. Deer are notorious for dining out on one’s garden.
This morning I took a walk to the Chapel of the Holy Cross designed by Marguerite Brunswig Staude, a pupil of Frank Lloyd Wright. It is a beautiful and simple structure that is embedded in the red rock. The walk up is a challenge and provides a good cardio workout for me but my reward for doing the walk is the few minutes of quiet contemplation I take as I sit on the front pew (actually it’s a bench) and look out on the landscape. It is a lovely place.
Tomorrow, we do something a little less spiritual in nature, golf. In fact it could be said, given my penchant for less than polite language while golfing, that tomorrow’s experience will provide a stark contrast to today’s more mellow and reverent activities. Oh well, variety is the spice and all that.
In the meantime, so as not to completely ruin the mood of the day, here is The Song of Sedona. Woo Woo to you too.
