I have to share something that a good friend wrote to me today. It was what I have been trying to say for weeks but couldn’t articulate:
“Santa Barbara to Cottonwood? Although there may be many who may question your sanity and logic for moving to some little desert town in the middle of almost nowhere, I do not. It is the “wise” who embrace change and, for no other reason than the call of the journey, willfully and joyfully propel themselves off the edge of the abyss and into the Great Integrity. How wonderful for us that you have chosen to come here, now.
Cottonwood. Super-heated little speck of dust on the Upper Sonoran Desert between Jerome, the booming little artsy-craftsy, ghost town dangling precariously on the edge of its own precipice, and Sedona, where the color red inspires its own art and the myriad of vortexes inspires bizarre residents to market their artwork.”
Welcome to your new home Karen.