I explored Sedona as Cara Marie and Daniel tended to their clients. Both had given me recommendations for wonderful places to try in town. I spent a couple hours writing at the Chocolatree, a café and shop surrounded by a food forest the owners and employees have planted over the years. At this cool, tree-shaded oasis in the middle of summertime Sedona, I went nuts over the unusual menu, ordering elixir teas, porridge made of chia seeds, goji berries, and coconut cream, and maple-sweetened butter coffee. I went over and wrote a little more in the deliciously air-conditioned Sedona Public Library, a gorgeous testament to the idea of building human structures with great respect for the natural environment surrounding them.
In the afternoon, I received a sound-healing treatment from Daniel and his fellow practitioner Jonathon, who used their voices to make absolutely unearthly tones (in a process called “toning”) at different areas of my body where they perceived energetic blockages. They also gave me insights into my past lives for the first time, suggesting that I was a male Asian warrior in the 16th century who had been taken captive and drawn and quartered after a battle. With my decades-long fascination with Asian martial arts and warrior cultures, this made sense, and the lack of cartilage in my hip suddenly seemed to take on new meaning. A master digeridoo artist, Daniel played rumbling, earth-deep notes into my lower back and head, funneling them through a sound system under the therapy table that focused the vibrations into muscle-melting intensity. I’d never felt anything like it, feeling grounded and calm after the session.
Daniel and Cara Marie and I went to dinner at a spa resort overlooking another series of blazing red cliffs and spires, talking and laughing as the sun set behind us. The food in Sedona, at least where my friends have taken me, feels different somehow, like the people who made it actually care about you. It’s beautiful, incredibly fresh, and full of flavor without heavy herbs and salt.