I’ve had a fairly long long affair with this town, as I lived there for a bit in ‘93, and have gone back on-and-off through the years, living there for another 1 ½ years in 2005. I quit drinking while living there that last time. I wasn’t an alcoholic, but I was a problem drinker facing a slippery slope into alcoholism (as both of my parents were alcoholics). While in Sedona I was able to finally quit it in a way that sticks (11 years), and I’m forever grateful for that.
Sedona has a magic to it. I reckon it to Burning Man, actually. If you go with an intention and respect, there is a sacred abundance that will spring forth and bless you and your life. You can change your life.
And just like Burning Man this past year, when I got to Sedona I felt disappointed. It looked old, weary, with a ‘dead’ energy. I didn’t feel the tickle in my stomach; the awe in my mind. It was crowded, and the people–blah.
But then, at the top of Airport Road, the sun came out, and beams of light hit the mountains. I fell in love again (just like at Burning Man). My body tingled. I felt the magic.
And I was re-born.
While we were in the area, I was able to visit with an old friend named Vusi. He was part of an African band named Azumah (which I helped manage) back in ‘93 when I lived in Sedona. He is one of the most talented musicians I know, and it’s a privilege to know him! We played some djembe, Chris played the piano, and Vusi’s partner Connie played a tambourine/accompaniment instruments. It was so much fun!! Check out his music for more amazing rhythms!