There is something about the Chapel of the Holy Cross that moves me. Perhaps it is the simplicity of the design. One room, a window, hundreds of little red candles. The location is atop a hill where bell rock, courthouse butte, and all of Sedona lay spread out before you. From the outside the chapel nearly blends into the scenery, it’s the same vermillion color as the red rocks around it…and it’s that subtlety that makes me stop for a moment and breathe. Sedona is like that. All of this natural beauty makes you remember how tiny all of our problems are in the face of such grandeur. I have lived here 5 years and it is always the same.