Naked, the Day Began

As my younger daughter stood in front of the refrigerator, while across the kitchen I leaned against the sink, she announced that she was going to Sedona,* which immediately evoked my, “No you aren’t,” that within moments, as she repeated she would go alone, turned to, “I’ll go with you.” We would use my older daughter’s airline passes. In my mind I was protecting my daughter, but instead she kept us both safe.

Climbing Bell Rock, as I led us up, behind me my daughter said we needed to turn back, and looking around and down, I realized we were higher than was safe. Our descent was slow and careful. Another day we climbed an easier rock (Cathedral?) watching hot air balloons and a small airplane pass below us. While she did automatic writing (her first), I basked in the warmth, glancing back and forth, a clock’s pendulum before an expanse vast beyond measurement for memory. With whatever images of Sedona we had left, we flew home with our hearts and minds newly filled.

Two years later (now on my second trip to Sedona), at eleven o’clock at night, I went with my group studying psychic energy with Pete A. Sanders, Jr.,* up Oak Creek Canyon, guided by him to watch as naked the day began at 12:01 a.m.—without color, distinct form, human voice, or activity.

My realization is, “While we plan and plan our lives, spontaneous decisions and actions bring new awareness.

*Sedona, Arizona: a land of red rock buttes and energy vortices

*www.freesoul.net