There are some places your body remembers before your mind even realizes you’re missing them. Sedona is one of those places for me. I miss it when I haven’t been in a while. I can already feel it. The pull toward the red rocks. The ancient earth beneath my feet. The crystals sleeping deep within the mountains. The vast desert sky stretching endlessly above me. And somehow, every time I return, something inside me softens. I breathe deeper. I listen differently. I remember who I am. In just six weeks, we return to Sedona for our annual retreat, and I honestly cannot put into words what it feels like to know that we are going back. This land feels like home to me. Not because it is familiar, but because something about it awakens something ancient within me. Something wild. Something sacred. Something that doesn’t need to be explained. And then there are the women. Gathering together in this powerful landscape, stepping away from the noise of everyday life, making space for magick, mystery, laughter, tears, ritual, connection, and transformation. Every year, Sedona gives us something we could never have planned for. So I’m counting the days now. Six weeks until my feet touch that red earth again. Six weeks until I stand beneath those sacred mountains. Six weeks until we return to the place that always seems to remind us… we were never lost. We were simply finding our way home. ❤️‍🔥🌵✨ #witchesoftiktok #witch #witchcraft #retreat #coven - @mysticwitchharmony