bye vacation

its taken me forever to write this post. not sure why. maybe cuz i dont wanna believe its over.

truest and i spent a magical week in arizona, the last place i thought id be.

i thought id take a train around the country, or we’d go to vegas and get hammered.

but instead i did something i hardly ever do, i listened to her and let her gently guide us into a good place.

a super beautiful amazing place.

im not sure whats come over us, but she was more into pushing and i was more into letting.

she really didnt wanna go to vegas, i really didnt wanna go to lake havasau even though we had a free week coupon there.

but we wanted warm. and i know i know i live in LA, isnt it always warm? strangely no, no it isnt.

its never super cold, but i wanted to have my shirt off at night. i wanted to sweat a little. i wanted to get a little color on my nose.

so we headed to the desert. at first we didnt know where. maybe phoenix and then flagstaff – which were the first two legs of my trip around the world back in ’06.

and then Sedona was right there so we decided to poke our heads in.

when the truest and i lived in frisco we used to hop on the street cars sometimes and just ride them to the end of their lines

just to see where they went. one day we were on this one train that went into a tunnel and when it emerged we found ourselves

in this beautiful land called West Portal. it was so pretty and a hidden little gem so close to the city, but tucked away.

it became our little secret spot and that bonding and sharing of a not-really secret locale was really fun.

in many ways i look at Sedona as that because its so easy to miss it since its not right off a freeway.

also, since it is so close to the Grand Canyon, everyone blows right past it.

not us. we stayed as high up as we could the first two days in a little quaint motel for two days

and then on what we thought was our last day we splurged and chilled at a fancy resort on the third day.

on the fourth day we hiked along a beautiful creek and splashed near waterfalls and moseyed our way out of town.

we had lunch in Flagstaff and tried to think of where we should go next but what could top those amazingly beautiful mountains?

so we turned around and came right back to Sedona.

it was like looking at a beautiful girl who kissed you back when you kissed her.

you wanted to look at her in her eyes for a little bit to make sure she was real.

you wanted to hold her hand to make sure you werent dreaming.

every time we turned a corner in Sedona it was more beautiful than the next one.

even when we were doing yoga on the vortex of Bell Rock and looking upside down through our legs

Sedona was more spectacular than rightsideup.

there is a feeling there that matches up with the serene nature.

and you sense that feeling leave you when you exit the valley and it dissipates exponentially with every mile you’re away.

so freaky.

many people say they dont feel the vortex energy when they sit and mediate and hike around the four magic spots.

i am one of those people. but i could not sleep long and i had the wildest dreams.

and i was filled with energy the whole time i was there.

also, i didnt eat or drink very much. to me, that is part of the freaky vortex energy. its subtle and long lasting.

i think thats the energy the hippies and ufos and native americans speak of.

we spent two days after sedona in scottsdale back at the triple hot tub place to decompress in semi-reality.

the first day was supposed to be the last day, but after spending a morning at the pool i leaned over to the truest and said

do you really wanna go to LA today? saturday? or would you mind spending the rest of the day and night here and

super relaxing.

the room was only $92 and it was spectacular so we ordered more margaritas and enjoyed the 85 degree temps.

all of that is window dressing. we drank and ate and tried to stay up late but our minds and our soul were still vortexing

a combo of possibilities and happy thoughts and mellowness.

we didnt watch tv. we didnt go to the movies. we didnt eat a ton.

i read half of scott weiland’s autobiography but mostly checked out my curvy ex in her lovely swimsuit

and told her how much i love her and always will.