Sedona Hiking: The Gift of Going Alone
Walking up to the trailhead, I smile seeing the deep red color of the earth following the rain yesterday. Desert plants and cactus are all shades of green, the Prickly Pair cactuses are starting to bud with color, and desert flowers are flashing some color.
And then, of course, there are the magnificence of the red rocks everywhere I look. This is my happy place, walking amongst the rocks and climbing just little higher to get a better view, search for the twist of the Juniper trees, or to see what’s on the other side.
Here, I stand in the presence of nature’s cathedral. I walk along taking in all the details, while marveling at the beauty and expansiveness of Sedona. But what it is that I often seek, is the solitude of hiking alone.
It’s in these solo moments where I get the best connection – by disconnecting. The connection to all that is. The connection to my higher self. The connection of being in the present. The presence of my consciousness. Messages come more freely. Joy sneaks up on me bringing tears to my eyes. The earth and trees vibrate at my touch. It’s here I feel like the artist holding the brush that’s painting my desires to come into being. These are the gifts of being alone.
People often tell me they don’t like to hike by themselves. Usually It’s for the reason of safety, but I also know for some, it’s because they don’t like the feeling of being alone.
I’ve always been pretty independent whether in a relationship, with friends or otherwise. I do remember those feelings of not wanting to be alone when I was in my twenties, until I started traveling for work and it gave me a peak at what it might feel like to be untethered. It sort of felt like an adventure In its own way. I liked it.
This eventually grew into vacationing alone where I discovered the concept of self-care, self-reflection and self-preservation. It’s how I ended up in Sedona following a solo trip for my 50th birthday. Sedona’s soul called to me for the week I was here, leaving me with the overwhelming feeling that I was supposed to live here. Two and a half years later, I made the move from the east coast after being there my entire life.
All of this self-assuredness, feeling content to be solo. and sense of adventure would have never been possible if I didn’t stand strong in my faith. Having faith that everything always works out for me. Having faith that I am always guided and protected. Having faith that the most important things in life aren’t what we see with our eyes. Largely, it’s all comes from doing the inner work on myself. To get to the place of loving the heck out of me and giving up the so-called control. Instead, I allow the space for the perfect people, places and opportunities to show up in my life, while taking small steps towards what I want to manifest.
All of these things I mentioned above are the gifts of stepping outside your comfort zone and doing some things alone you never thought were possible. Lace up your hiking boots and take that leap of faith. It’s likely you’ll be surprised and delighted at what transpires out on the trail.