The higher I climbed, the more wobbly my legs felt. According to the map, we were near – if not on top of – an energy vortex. I looked up. The summit of the mountain was maybe a few hundred feet away. So close… I wanted bragging rights to say I had reached the top of the red mountain. But with every step, the dizzier I felt… There was a strange yet wonderful energy tingling through my body…

Carefully placing my foot into a small wedge in the ground to steady myself, I slowly turned and gazed down at how far I’d climbed. My breath caught in my throat. The view was overwhelming. Under a clear, turquoise-coloured sky, a ridge of red-topped mountains and mesas stretched into the distance. Below me, as if it was located in a bowl, the city of Sedona sprawled like a miniature movie set. Light-headed, I lowered myself to the ground and sat a moment. A woman I’d met at an artist’s co-op had cautioned me, saying this is wooziness is what I might feel the first time I encountered a vortex.

My husband, Benjamin, and I recently visited Sedona, Arizona, to experience the wonderful energies many of our friends have talked about. Not knowing what to expect, we were awestruck as we drove the mountainous terrain north from Phoenix and encountered remarkable rock formations that were carved from the Earth at the time of the glaciers. If you want to see some of these magnificent formations – my favourite is Snoopy Rock – please go to my Face Book page.

The mountains and the soil around Sedona are red because of the earth’s high iron content. The woman, a Sedona native, told us the red was due to “rust.” I was surprised that anything could grow there, yet there’s plenty of cactus and shrubs around. “Iron is a good conductor of electricity,” the woman told us, “so if you’re sensitive to energy vibrations, you might feel it around the vortexes.”

So Benjamin and I drove to Airport Road to experience our first vortex – a double vortex, according to one map we picked up. And, whoa, that energy center packed quite a punch. We drove several hundred metres up the road and parked at the base of what looked like a small hill. But once we started climbing, that hill got a lot bigger. Almost at the top, I had to stop as vertigo kicked in and my ankles, knees and wrists started feeling wobbly. I gazed up to the summit – so close! – but decided to head back down. Whew!

The next morning we headed to Chapel Road to visit Chapel of the Holy Cross, a huge rectangular edifice built into the side of a mountain. The chapel supposedly sits on another vortex, and as I sat inside the poured concrete structure, I was filled with a sense of blessed peace. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. My inner ear hummed with the sounds of an angelic choir. I’ve heard the expression, “feeling one with the Earth,” but this time I was really experiencing it.

My reverie was broken by a gentle clip-clop. I opened my eyes to see a father leading his three-year-old son down the centre aisle, the youngster’s sandals going smack! smack! smack! on the stone floor. I had to laugh.

On the path back to our car, we saw how people had tossed change onto little rocky ledges on the mountain. To show my Canadian pride, I lobbed in a loonie. American visitors to the site will probably wonder that strange big yellow coin is, but those of us from north of the border will know: Canada was here!

The only bad things about our trip: Benjamin’s sandals fell apart, both pairs of his glasses broke, and I somehow lost a screw out of my sunglasses. Plus, I suffered through two days with a headache (though one day might have been due to over four hours of driving back and forth to the Grand Canyon). Can we blame these ills on Sedona’s energies? Better call Agent Mulder – this might be one for the X-Files!

The four days we spent in Sedona were not enough to truly experience all the area had to offer. For sure, there were touristy spots that made me want to roll my eyes heavenward. But for every McDonald’s and bar in Sedona there’s a Desert Flour Bakery coffee shop; for every chotchke shop and trendy clothing store, there’s places like Bell Rock, Cathedral Rock and Oak Creek Canyon. While I still prefer the subtle energies and intellectual stimulation of Lily Dale, New York, I’d love to go back to Sedona, and maybe lead a group of like-minded spiritual seekers as we meditate on the red rocks and experience the tranquil energies of peace.

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