Redrock Country, Sedona, AZ

Some of the 1st views driving into Sedona, AZ.
In this area, there are many vortex sites
What is a vortex?
A vortex is a place where the Earth is at its healthiest and most alive. The remarkable natural beauty of the area is the physical indicator of its aliveness. More importantly, the aliveness shows up in an increased energy that is present. The energy acts as an amplifier, magnifying what we bring to it on the physical, mental, emotional and spiritual levels.

Consider one of the most significant advances in scientific thought of recent time. Having reviewed the cycles and changes in the geological, atmospheric and climatic aspects of our planet, scientists have begun to consider that the Earth itself is a living organism. Ironically, this is exactly what ancient peoples who have lived close to the land have said for centuries, and what environmentalists have been suggesting for decades. The Earth is alive.

Welcome to Sedona

Driving into Red Rock Country, Sedona, AZ

Chapel of the Holy Cross
Built in 1956, it was the idea of Margaret Staude, who once wrote:
"The doors of this chapel will ever be open to one and all, regardless of creed"
This is another vortex site

Helicopter View of Secret Canyon

View from Male Vortex Viewing Site

One of the many Views of Sedona Bluffs

View from Sky Ranch Lodge

View of Downtown Sedona to Oak Creek Canyon

The Invitation

It doesn¹t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting
your heart¹s longing.
It doesn¹t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love for your
dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn¹t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow if
you have been opened by life¹s betrayals or have become shriveled and
closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain mine or your own without
moving to hide it
or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can
dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us to
be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn¹t interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own
soul.
If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty,
every day.
And if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and
still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the
full moon, `Yes!'.
It doesn¹t interest me to know where you live or how much money you
have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and
despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn¹t interest me who you know, or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn¹t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls
away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly
like the company you keep in the empty moments.

© Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Poetry Thursday

The leaves had a wonderful frolic.
They danced to the wind's loud song.
They whirled, and they floated, and scampered.
They circled and flew along.

The moon saw the little leaves dancing.
Each looked like a small brown bird.
The man in the moon smiled and listened,
And this is the song he heard.

The North Wind is calling, is calling,
And we must whirl round and round,
And then, when our dancing is ended,
We'll make a warm quilt for the ground.

- Author Unknown

Welcoming Autumn

It's Time To Light The Evening Fires
The hills are bright with maples yet;
But down the level land
The beech leaves rustle in the wind
As dry and brown as sand.
The clouds in bars of rusty red
Along the hill-tops grow,
As in the still sharp air the frost
Is like a dream of snow.
The berries of the briar-rose
Have lost their rounded pride,
The bittersweet chrysanthemums
Are drooping heavy-eyed.
The cricket grows more friendly now,
The dormouse sly and wise,
Hiding away in the disgrace
Of nature from men's eyes.
The pigeons in black wavering lines
Are swinging toward the sun,
And all the wide and withered fields
Proclaim the summer done.
His store of nuts and acorns now
The squirrel hastes to gain,
And sets his house in order for
The winter's dreary reign.
'Tis time to light the evening fire,
To read good books and sing
The low and lovely songs that breathe
Of the eternal spring
Alice Cary

What Planet are You From?

I Am From Neptune

You are dreamy and mystical, with a natural psychic ability. You love music, poetry, dance, and (most of all) the open sea. Your soul is filled with possibilities, and your heart overflows with compassion. You can be in a room full of friendly people and feel all alone. If you don't get carried away with one idea, your spiritual nature will see you through anything.

What Planet Are You From?