Today I decided to start the day by going to see what all this magnetic vortex hoo-hah was about. Seeing as how one of the four Sedona vortexes is located right down the road from my hotel room, I figured I didn't really have any excuse not to go and take a look-see.
I really like how in the portrait it looks as though a beam of pure white energy is rising up to the heavens out of my crown chakra. I believe it's actually that the curtains weren't quite pulled all the way together in the photo booth, but boy howdy, doesn't it make me look enlightened if you don't know it's the curtains?
I left with my 23 page print out in addition to the portrait so I'll have plenty of time to review the results and apply them as necessary.
I, however, felt the need to be different and so made a collage out of different bits of vegetation I found as I wandered about. I think I wanted the plants to feel like the rocks weren't getting all the attention. I'm so goofy.
On my way back to the car, I saw a rock I liked and stooped to pick it up so I could take it home. It was the perfect talisman for the reading I'd had from Devi - ripe with meaning and import. I snapped a couple of pictures of the so significant rock and as I took the last picture, my sleeve snagged on a berry vine and launched the little rock and it fell in a pile of leaves and rocks. I stirred the pile around a bit to see if I could spot the escaped pebble, but it was literally a needle in a haystack situation.
Then, I got it. LET GO. Quit trying to manage. I smiled and lodged the now nonsignificant rock in the crotch of a nearby branch where it will surely begin its next adventure.
After all that hiking, I was ready for a nice big dinner and had scouted out a place called Elote that sounded intriguing. I started with a prickley pear margarita and a bowl of roasted corn chowder. The thick porridge of carmelized corn was sweet and flavorful, but the real treat was that it was drizzled with a smooth puree of huitlacoche. Huitlacoche is a fungus that grows on ears of corn and is commonly referred to as corn smut. That and it's hideous appearance may be why it remains a relative culinary curisoity, but it has a marvelous, dark terroire flavor that really worked well when combined with the sweet corn. I followed that delicious dish up with a couple of spicy duck flautas and some guacamole. Quite delicious, all of it. I am reminded, however, how very different Mexican food is across different regions of the southern U.S. I longed for a bit of heat in the soup, but alas I was in Arizona and it was not meant to be.
My early dinner allowed me to make it back over to the Elks Lodge near my hotel just in time for Tuesday Night bingo. I sat down with about 40 locals and learned to daub with the best of them. I plopped down $20 for 16 game cards, complete with free popcorn and coffee. Shoot, the vicarious pleasure of slyly watching the couple next to me work in tandem to daub was well worth the price of admission alone. But here's the really amazing part: I won the last game, the one with the highest payoff! Yeeeeeee-HAW! One hundred and twenty-six United States dollars in the form of a check from the Elks Lodge!