The climb before the fall

I was obsessed with this rock, good ol’ Bell Rock, in Sedona, AZ. Its journey was not an easy one, although it was defined as “beginner”, it was challenging yet so gratifying. Its masculine energy kept calling to me to continue to move forward, even if my heart was beating out of my chest, I powered through until I felt complete. Completion wasn’t the top of the rock, hell no, for me it was where I felt like “I did it.” Believe me, it wasn’t easy getting there, those rocks are slippery as shit and you can imagine the height. Kevin and I both are terrified of heights.

Speaking of Kevin, what a wonderful way to reconnect with him. Life pulls us in two different directions sometimes and being brought together in nature for a challenge, was such a good reminder of how we have each other’s back. He would say “don’t feel like you have to go further” and now as I type that I realize maybe that was more for his benefit but regardless felt like he had my back. We got lost on the trail, of course, he and I strayed from the trail, it’s a fucking rock, no foliage to block the trail, it’s a clear day outside and we, very special humans lost our way. I hope you can hear my sarcasm. We noticed we were off track when we were walking on a cliff, falling to our death, side of the rock. No big deal though we turned around and found our way back. We made it to a part of the rock where we had to do some trickery to get up to the next level. Put it this way most folks were sliding back down on their asses to get off that particular part of the rock. 

 

We, being the lucky humans we are, had a woman, probably in her 60s, trying to guide us to the next level. By the way, age is just a number, she schooled the fuck out of us with her climbing skills. Anyway, back to the journey, once we reached the part of the rock we were willing to go, which was level little bitch, I sobbed. The view was spectacular and I felt a release. I sobbed, of course, you know how I roll. Before visiting Sedona, the shit hit the fan in my family life, pretty traumatic changes that tested all things, Wendy Lloyd. I understand the Sedona Vortexes now, it wasn’t like this whirlwind, I’m in a tornado feeling like some may think. We are a vortex of energy so when we stand in a vortex I feel like it moves our energy, stuck, stagnant, haven’t healed this shit, needs work, energy. 

 

 

I will never forget this climb or the moment sitting at the top, feeling accomplished yet defeated. Thank you, Kevin, you poor man, who wants to fix everything and make sure everyone is ok all the time, marrying one of the most sensitive, cuss-like a sailor, broken woman you could find. 

 

 

This hike/climb was spectacular and the beginning of the “fall.” Don’t worry it’s not a literal fall although that happens a lot around here, Kev and I are ding dongs of sorts. Here I thought I was grounded, felt supported and accomplished in this life-changing moment maybe even getting better from the disaster that waited for me at home. Nope, this climb represented, with its masculine energy, the strength and endurance I would need over the next couple of months to go into battle. Yes, battle friends! Let’s burn this bitch down, battle. Battle with no other than myself, my mind, my trauma, and my broken heart. Stay tuned for “The Fall”…... 

 

 

Sedona is a beautiful place to visit. The heat was dry and not horrible for being late June. The views were magnificent from every location in Sedona. You could be in a McDonald’s parking lot, which I don’t recommend for obvious reasons, but the view would be unbelievable. If you are interested in great hiking spots let me know.