FROM SEDONA TO BROOKLYN, NEAR THE F TRAIN
The nighttime temperature around Phoenix airport was 107 degrees Fahrenheit. Although Arizona has a dry climate, this is still very hot! Taking the red-eye on US Air, I landed at around 5:10 a.m. in a sleepy, rain-washed city – refreshed from torrential showers which had lasted about 24 hours. I was told we had a month’s amount of precipitation in one day.
This was a working vacation with lots of time to play! I created an oasis to see confidants. I met a friend for tea and delicious muffins (freshly baked for our chat), had lunch at Picazzo’s ‘where pizza is an art’, and Redstone where we overlooked the mountains near Cathedral Rock; had a delicious salad at Pisa Lisa, a newly-opened, trendy eatery. I love Heartline, a serious, organic restaurant, but it was closed for a private party. We talked, non-stop, at these meals,
and I am so grateful for the opportunity to feel loved and nurtured.
I always find it hard to leave Sedona; it’s a really good thing that I love my life in New York City, as it anchors me so. Back at my East Coast home, I feel comfortable in the city of my birth, returning to the work that is my passion. I also get back to Yoga, bicycling, and the gym.
Right now, I am exhausted for the best of reasons: good food and company; meetings of the heart near the red rocks (whose vortexes have extraordinary energy) as a background.
The juxtaposition of New York City and Sedona offers varying sensibility, cultural perspective and weather. The experience brings joy and peace to my life.