by Mauverneen
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Road into Sedona |
Sedona. The name has become synonymous with the spiritual,
mystic, peaceful.
It is indeed
a lovely place and each of those adjectives suits it well.
It is a place where red rocks rise up out of red-colored
earth of the same hue. Native American flute music plays through my mind as I
traverse the trails and the roadways. It suits it perfectly.
I first heard the flute music as I stepped from my room at the resort –
a casita actually. The sound carrying gently on the morning air. I
found out later that it was not piped in as I had originally thought but came
from - out there. I met, briefly, the man responsible for the music. I didn’t
get his name but he told me that twice a day he climbs to the top of the rock
where he sits and plays his flute. It may sound odd, but here, in this canyon, in
this landscape, it makes perfect sense.
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Perfect place for a flute player! |