Heading North from Santa Fe, I was heading to Salt Lake City, Utah to visit friends from Kalani (Oceanside Retreat, Big Island of Hawaii). These two friends were a great support while in Hawaii, when I started my nomadic travels. We had lots of laughs and I was looking forward to reconnecting with them. Yet, I had places to visit on my way - Moab, Utah.
Moab, the land of the red rocks and Arches National Park, was an incredible experience - magical, mystical. I was compelled to stop along the way to take photos, so it was a long drive, with frequent stops while I headed to the small town of Moab. I could live here, if only it were on the coast, it would be a perfect match for me. It was a place where I felt at home. There are only a few places where I feel at home and this was one of them. Something called me to these rocks, to the land. It's energy enveloped me and nourished my soul, at it's core.
Magical and mystical are the only ways to describe this place and my experience. There was nothing that happened specifically that I can share with you, nothing to detail that this or that happened, yet something profound did happen, just by being there. Moab, mystical and magical. Hopefully, you have had an experience such as this, and understand.