FULL DISCLOSURE: I lived in the high red desert of Sedona, Arizona. The 700 plus vortexes in Sedona had rewired my brain to the point I wasn’t sure if I was still human.
I’d go into the small town of Sedona, Arizona’s 10,000 population and most of the ‘humans’ walking around were either ET’s, mer people or the very worst ET — tourists. Then, one day, it happened. The locals started to admit to me that they were not human and started to tell me—- I was….well, one of them…
I looked around my mid-century home in west Sedona and knew it was time to go. I was breathless with heart palpitations. I had to get out of there before I turned green or grew a proboscis like an anteater or worse—fairy wings?
There was a rumor that I was well…a human fairy. I decided it was best to leave, especially since I was starting to hear famous dead peoples’s voices, who told me to move to California..
I know it’s opposite direction from which everyone else was going, but that’s sort of the metaphor for my life. I moved back to California with high rent, high taxes and regulations. But, I grew up there when it was idyllic. I ran free in the California golden hills with the very tall California Oak trees and Spanish moss that would embrace you like a sleeping possum.
After several abortive short term, expensive living situations in air B&B’s, I found a charming slightly moldy, mil-dewey Fey cottage by the sea with large plank doweled wood floors like a pirate ship. I negotiated a cheaper rent more for my pocketbook than the obvious deficiencies of my new home. I moved in and started my new life in the damp woods full of oak trees in a forgotten fairyland.