I made my first pilgrimage to Sedona last week. The breathtaking blood-red rock instantly distinguished itself from the beautiful blue expansive sky like a bulging vein of vitality beating the earth’s heartbeat in perfect rhythm. In fact, the invigorating pulse coursing through Sedona could be felt before I even witnessed the mountainous terrain. It was an energy, a vibration—strong and virile—that literally made my body buzz with its frequency. It was invigorating, as I settled in, as if the red rock had given me a transfusion of its near-eternal lifeblood.
As I drove into town, I witnessed the innate grandeur with an awe-filled silence. The water, wind, time and breath of god had seemingly molded each parcel of red rock into living breathing artistic organisms; each one a sculpture as unique as its position on the range. Each one having been caressed by different wind patterns, different water runoff, different tremoring fault lines; each one having been made from the same material, yet having responded to their place and purpose on this earth by letting life, time, carve them into different masterpieces.
It struck me so clearly that we mirror these beautiful, brilliant, vital sculptural red rocks. And like the next wonder of the world, the awareness of our connectivity and oneness with all things, allows us to witness the supreme brilliance and innate majesty of the masterpiece that our lives have been molding into place.
If we truly allow ourselves to take a beat, to step back and observe our life thus far from a slightly more general place of life perspective—not in the trenches of a specific situation, or frustrating piece of physicality, but rather taking a slightly Birdseye view of our life as a whole—we can see much more easily how the buffer and arduousness of time, the whipping and caressing of the wind, the baptismal rain of our tears has molded our lives—like those of the red rocks—and helped craft our uniquely diverse, vital, electric, and stunning sculpture of ourselves, our hearts, our lives. Like each facet of rock in a red mountain range, each of us humans stand both distinctly from, yet unitedly within the range of humanity.
Every moment in Sedona was a magnificent reminder to be exactly who we are, ALL of who we are—weirdo idiosyncrasies and all—so that the one mountain range of humanity stands as multifaceted and majestically diverse as it can in order to weather the test of time. So that we—like the red rocks of Sedona—can stand tall for an eternity; different, united, living, breathing, beating....magical.
Polo REO Tate was born in Lansing, Michigan, where her family has deep ties to the community. Her Great Great Grandfather was Ransom Eli Olds (R.E. Olds), a pioneer and prolific inventor most notably responsible for inventing the first internal combustion automobile—the Oldsmobile. Growing up, [...]