Sedona Diary: The Good, the Bad, and the Agony
The Good: a 3 day spiritual seminar in Minneapolis.
The Bad: 11 hours in a dentist’s chair in Algodones, Mexico.
The Agony: 3 days in beautiful Sedona, Arizona … but I can’t eat anything.
(Pictured: Fat old Western fan: This is my Charlton Heston stance … notice how I don’t really look much like Charlton Heston … or even Tom Mix.)
Sedona Diary: You can’t go home again …
It’s true … you “can’t go home again”.
Much has changed since I last visited Sedona back in the 70’s and early 80’s.
Sedona has changed … a lot … but so have I. I’m no longer the youthful hippie who scrambled elegantly over the Red Rock and swam in Oak Creek as the sublime Arizona sun set.
Yet I knew this would be so: This is a different moment. But it’s just as good as any previous moment … and only a fool misses the value of the day by dwelling on the past. It is what it is … and I count my blessings.
So despite my dental denials I squeezed as much love and joy out of my precious time here as I could.