It's nearly evening in this land of glowing red rocks. Zory and I are enjoying cocktail hour complete with hors d'oeuvres. OK, I lied. I'M enjoying cocktail hour. Zory is hiding under the bed. Had a wonderful day hiking and taking hilarious pictures and being in awe of this area of Sedona. Last night I was trying to figure out how to make a living here because this is an absolutely astounding area. Blasts of energy swirl around in the oddest places. The sunshine is healing. The red rocks of Sedona are filled with other worldly presence. I am so glad we came.
But as of this afternoon, I know this is not the place for me to live. Come to heal and hike and learning? Absolutely. Put up with the windy roads and construction and round abouts? Nah. The homes on the hills do not blend in with the landscape no matter what the building codes. Color and curved buildings do not make landscape art.
So off Zory and I will go tomorrow. That is IF I can get her out from under the bed. She has been there almost constantly since we arrived in Sedona yesterday. Verrry odd! She has been terrific up till this. Even sitting eagerly on the edge of the bed when I'm packing each morning. But here, she's not happy. Sigh!!! I thought she'd be as goofy about the place as I am but no. I'll let Zory have her own sensibilities about life as she does for me.