If there were to be an ideal setting to easily become the chance-taking miracle creator, the dancer who appears in the waterfall – it’d be in Sedona. Sedona’s scenery invites deep immersion, where transcendental perceptions rise naturally from the land’s quiet, majestic presence. You may tune in and hear Native American spirits echoing ancestral songs of transformation through the red rocks. But the singing figure cloaked in sacred ceremonial attire requires something of you. The vision grows clearer. Is the voice calling you into a Sedona yoga retreat? Listening more closely, you hear the message…
But it’s a Zen poet, a philosopher and a New Age Mystic-Boston accents and all-debating the details of starting a band. “Think of how proud our mothers would be to help decorate the stages.” “With more of nothing.” “I say wine” bottles.” “No, more crystals.” And you open your eyes only to find a striking mountain bluebird dancing across a ballroom of red Earth like it’s a Sedona yoga hike- dusting its sandstone floor in crimson, swapping juniper berries for agave flowers while you imagine swapping that stress inducing T-Rex for out door yoga at a Sedona vortex.
Your mind surrenders to whatever reality sings, and you rise with the cliffs -lifting a toast beneath champagne spires who ascend like sculpted pillars of ceremony.
Back home, looking at your co-workers, all you see is the harmonious co- mingling of Sedona yoga hiking participants-transformed into Zen slices of sandstone birthday cake held by a philosopher. The mystic lights the candles as memories of yoga on the red rocks swirl back, serving up a worldly connection to everyone in the room. Because somehow on a Sedona yoga hike, everyone belongs to the celebration
Everything – even mom and your boss – feels happy and etched with stoic elegance
