Keep it weird, Sedona

In a week I set off again for the high desert. Sedona, Arizona. Land of womb-like Shaman’s caves, red rocks, quartz seams, prickly pears, sacred skies, waters, earth. Collective of connected souls, healers, land journeyers, singers, magical musicians, dancing spirits, prayers. The place that my taxi driver KG said has a motto: “Keep it weird, …

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