Today, we climbed the stairway to heaven as we hiked up and over and through and around the sacred red rocks of Sedona.
Yes, sacred, holy ground.
As soon as we walked past the trailhead marker, we felt the hushed reverence of nature…in the rocks, the trees, the cactus. Every living plant stood in its place to cry out songs of praise and thanksgiving for the honor of serving as an adornment to this majestic place.
The soft fragrance of cedar greeted me immediately, drifting through the air and gently filling my senses. It was intoxicating – it halted my steps. I stood still in the middle of the path and just breathed it in, filling my whole being with its sweet, sensuous smell.
There was no hurry in our steps…we were not hiking for the physical benefits of such a feat…we were there to immerse ourselves in the worship of creation.
A turn of our heads in any direction along the path revealed a grand masterpiece of canyons painted with brushstrokes of red, orange, gray, blue, green…against the brilliant blue sky that cradled soft bundles of cotton in its arms.
We walked on and on, step by step, climbing the stairway to heaven, seeking the fruition of our quest.
Fragile ferns and splashes of green dotted the path like precious little children at play.