A while back we spent a couple of weeks in Arizona. We were both working remotely at that point and Ryan had an event to attend, so I tagged along and we decided to extend the stay. We visited the Grand Canyon, then spent time in Scottsdale and Sedona.
I was in a job that I would soon transition out of and I spent a lot of time thinking about what might come next. Preoccupied with the future, I wallowed in the uncertainty and angst.
One afternoon we packed a picnic and hiked into Red Rock State Park to watch the sunset. The trail crossed one of the most well-known vortexes in Sedona. Vortexes (yes, that is the correct plural form of the word – at least in Sedona) were a phenomena that we knew exactly nothing about. We would come to learn that a vortex is an area of concentrated energy that can be sensed by people who pass through it. Think places of palpable energy that allow insight and inspiration.
We set up a picnic near the river just down the trail from the vortex. All sorts of hikers passed by – middle age ladies wearing Grand Canyon t-shirts, older couples with long gray ponytails, and all manner of hippies. As we snacked on a Theo chili dark chocolate bar, occasionally a confused seeker would ask us if we knew where the vortex was. We’d pull out our map, then point to the rocky portion of the trail they’d just passed through. Given that the basic premise of a vortex is that it is a place of palpable energy, we found this a bit amusing. The seekers had quite literally walked right through what they were looking for.
Just a few months after that trip, I’d find myself presented with an exciting opportunity that fit – like Fit with a capital F. A significant, meaningful transition was, indeed, right around the corner.
In Sedona I remember feeling so anxious and preoccupied. And yet, the freedom of movement, discovering my affinity for spicy margaritas, Yelping the most hipster coffee spots and working together for the day, and hiking into the red rocks made those days so rich and so significant. Sedona represented adventure and togetherness – the pursuit of things we value.
In the end, I guess I was not so different from the hikers who unwittingly walked right through the vortex. The trip to Sedona came to mind recently and served as such an instructive reminder: when we are preoccupied with our own agenda we risk missing the energy and significance of the space we are passing through – we risk missing exactly what we are looking for.