March 28, 2011
My Mister and I took a little Arizona get-a-way this weekend. Hopped in the car and drove north to Sedona, stopping for a slight detour at Montezuma's Castle. If you have never been, Sedona is one of those "spiritual" travel destinations with its breath taking views and various vortices in the earth that claim to strengthen and balance the spirit. On Sunday, we decided to hike to a vortex, however, ended up taking a different path. We were walking through Boynton Canyon and it was more of a nature walk under pine trees than anything else. Ryan suggested we walk through the brush and up a canyon. Frankly, I was content with staying on the well maintained trail where I could hear and/or see other people. I'd like to say "Advenutre" is my middle name, but it's not. I'm the product of a United States Air Force fighter pilot father who always stressed the importance of safety first. So I told the Hubby that he's made me watch too many of those "Survivorman/I Shouldn't Be Alive" television shows and that I prefer not to make an appearance (specifically on the latter) one day. But through his persistence, we ended up veering off course and taking the road less traveled. I may have upped the scales on the high-maintenance level as I fought this decision, and the knats sharing my space. However, once we made it to the top, I understood his persistence, and why I need to bark less and trust more. There was a sudden sense of clarity and peace. We could see the tops of trees, feel the warmth of the sand stone and hear only the wind. If time was nonexistent, I could have sat there all day. And although we didn't reach a vortex, I felt a spirituality all my own. And I am grateful these moments. What did you do this weekend?
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