A Desert Journey

The Mii Amo spa in Sedona, Ariz., is famous for packages designed to lead people through a spiritual as well as physical transformation. One writer relinquishes herself to the journey and recounts her days in one of the world's most beautiful destination resorts.

BY Rachel Dowd

January 06 2009 12:00 AM ET

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Wednesday

Hiked the red
rocks off campus in the morning, the first time I took my
camera out of its case. Followed the excursion with a vortex
walk, which tried to put a little science in the
theory of concentrated energy bodies. I mostly watched
the wind rustle the leaves on the trees. It’s
beautiful here. A light lunch and on to Reiki, which I slept
through. It’s pretty subtle stuff anyway. Then
Harmony, the signature treatment at Mii Amo. If Watsu
was life-changing, this ought to be downright
metaphysical.

She gives me my
aura color: coral, meaning power, leadership, passion,
protection. Then it begins. This isn’t just body
work. “Life is not your enemy,” she
says. “You are life. You look at a river and think,
I’ll build a canal and show the river where it
should go,
or I’ll build a dam and
stop its flow altogether.
Instead of just
watching. What’s going on there?” I begin
to tell her -- a perfect stranger -- about my childhood and
my fears and my hopes. And she tells me what she sees;
she reads my aura and the energy radiating from my
chakras. This definitely isn’t your average
hot-stone massage -- it’s intuitive therapy. Once the
tears begin, they don’t stop for the remainder
of the 90-minute session. On the way out, my eyes
puffy and nose red, she hands me a piece of paper with
books and CDs I may find interesting when I’m
ready for them. “Go let yourself be
sad,” she says. I walk back to my room and get into
bed. How could this journey have taken such a wrong
turn?

I get up
determined to shake this feeling with a walk along Boynton
Trail. When I return I see Amy, eyes puffy. I think I know
where she’s been.

Thursday

Nothing soothes a
wounded heart quite like a featherbed. I wake up with a
feeling of gratitude. It’s true I hadn’t
anticipated tears on this trip. But now, after a quiet
night of sleep in the high desert, that seems naive.
How could I have said goodbye to an old me without them? I
have been on the best kind of journey -- one that
forces you to reexamine what you think, challenges
what you feel, and leaves you forever changed -- while
being nurtured along the way.

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