Tending the Spiritual Vision: A Solo Retreat to Sedona, Arizona

Outside of Sedona in an ancient cave representing a womb of rebirth.

This past October 2025, I followed instinct, intuition, and signs I received from the universe and took myself on a solo retreat to Sedona, Arizona.

I sought out this experience because of shamanic journeys I went on years ago that pointed me toward the Hopi Tribe. It felt that connecting with their spirituality and their lands was something I was meant to do.

Through research, I found Clint and Sedona Sacred Earth, offering specialized retreats for individuals or groups wanting to heal, grow spiritually, or connect more deeply with the land.

Deciding to take myself on this journey, this true gift to myself, took a leap of faith.

I knew not to hold too many expectations, but instead to go in with intention and desire. Mine were to connect more deeply to spirit, earth, and myself, and to continue a longing I’ve held for the last 15 years: to feel comfortable and in integrity leading shamanic journeys for others, and to share the gift of that wisdom and connection.

This retreat opened pathways for me.

This cave once served as a hunting lookout point. Tribe members would direct the hunters below with signals noting where the herds were located.

Clint and I traveled to sacred sites. He prayed over me. I prayed. We honored the seven directions each day. I felt the power of that land.

Each day I met with a wisdom keeper from different walks of life: a bodyworker, a clairvoyant, a Hopi Tribe leader, a Priestess of the Dark Feminine ways. Each one focused on how they could support me on my path. It was incredible.

Ron, a leader of the Hopi people, Clint, my spirit and land guide, and myself after a beautiful morning of Earth honoring by the river.

Ancient Petroglyphs in a canyon, alongside an old riverbed.

Clint’s sacred medicine tools that he uses for prayer and cleansing energy.

The retreat was four days, but I extended it to include a trip to the Grand Canyon. I had already been there in the spirit realm six years ago. It was time to visit in the physical one.

Awe and wonder and wander.

Sunset over the Grand Canyon

I spent an entire day exploring the magic there. Being on my own meant I could stop and meditate whenever I felt called. I hugged trees. I smelled bushes. I tiptoed out to lie on precarious rock formations overlooking the canyon. I had an incredible moment of eye gazing with a bighorn sheep.

I was alive.
The wild earth was alive.

A wild landscape unfolded along my southern canyon rim hike.

The entire experience lifted me into a heightened awareness, vibration, and sense of connection with all things.

Parts of me were awakened. Fortified.

I carry those memories and moments with me in my bones. I’ll never truly be able to articulate what happened that week. The ways in which I was touched each day. How tears of gratitude flowed through me at regular intervals.

How can you explain the magnitude of the Grand Canyon?

Or the magic hike I was guided to take by a trail angel. Or was it a real angel?

This is one part of the story I can tell - and will do so in a separate post in the near future. 😉

And my intentions and goals?

Not one month after the retreat ended, I offered my first shamanic journey to twelve curious individuals. The following week, I offered two more due to the enthusiasm and demand.

Follow your dreams. And if you need a bit of fortification before doing so, find that.

I am so grateful I was led to take that leap of faith. This retreat supported me in how I support others, but more than anything, it feels like the most self-honoring yes I have maybe ever done.