Sedona

If you’re coming from Phoenix, you enter Sedona on HWY 179 from RT-17, with Bell Rock on your right.

You drive through green hills,

and then Sedona appears before you.

If you’ve been here before, the sight likely comes back to you and it’s hard not to be moved.

This is a tourist area.

But it’s a place where I prefer you not to look at the map.

Trust the law of attraction — there may not always be a marked parking lot, so attract an open spot.

Unlike my wife, who is a big Sedona fan, I used to prefer haunted places, so the idea of a “power spot” was new to me.

That turned out to be a blessing.

I had no preconceptions about why Sedona is a power spot or what a vortex is, so I could simply feel Sedona as it is.

My wife told me I should have looked things up first,

but I purposely wanted to experience it firsthand, so I at least learned the names.

Years ago a spiritualist said four vortexes there were especially strong; around those areas I think you can call them power spots.

On the trails you’ll see people lying on large rocks, sitting, or meditating.

The next day, when I touched a rock someone had been meditating on, I did feel something good—hard to put into words.

It made me happy.

So when you start meditating there, you truly feel Sedona.

A little over an hour north of Sedona is a town called Flagstaff.

It has its own atmosphere and is a lovely place; winter weather is different from Phoenix.

On the way to Prescott on the west side, Jerome is a spot worth stopping at.