Tomorrow morning, I head to Sedona, Arizona. Sedona is known as a spiritual vortex and the land of red rocks. Suffice it to say that there are lots of crystals and woo woo folk around.
I am going less for the crystals and more on a pilgrimage to better understand my heart. I am going to The Center for the New Age to have my aura read in an effort to try to shed some light on my struggles in this life and to see where they may overlap with events from my past in this life and beyond.
Is this real or allusion? Perhaps, it is some of both. I have begun to think that reality is not much more than each of our individual allusions, the stories we devise from life experiences.
Why does wool only itch when I think about it? Why do I feel intense panic and nausea when something is anywhere near my collarbone or closely wrapped around my neck? Why do I feel anxiety from any kind of confinement, be it clothing or beyond? And why is my heart so drawn to big, fluffy, male wolf dogs in need of a home and love?
Perhaps, the red rocks will speak to me and offer some clarity. They have been around for a long time and been witness to so much.
And I am willing and open to listening to what they have to say, should I be gifted with their wisdom.
In this life, I feel that my path is one of healing, and the most effective healer I can be is one who is able to truly listen to my own heart’s needs, first and foremost.