You find yourself alone on a beach enclosed by a small rocky cove.
The sand under your feet is coarse and granular. Here and there you notice patches of seaweed that look like dark green bootlaces which have been abandoned by the tide.
The cove is sheltered and protected from the wind, and as a result, the water is tranquil--smooth, glassy and the colour of emerald green.
It is a late summer day with a china blue sky. A faint breeze stirs your hair. The sun is at a particular angle that casts your long, narrow shadow on the beach in front of you.
You have heard that if you dig down deep enough in the sand on the beach here, you will come upon trees. Under the sand, at one time there was a forest.
The sea is enlivened by a multi-coloured array of mooring buoys checkered orange and white, half black and red, variegated in green, blue and orange.
Some boats are laid up on the beach. You decide to borrow one that belongs to your friend. The rowing boat is small, old fashioned and constructed of varnished wood.
You push it out into the bay. The water feels refreshing on your bare feet. You easily climb into the boat, pick up the oars and start gently rowing away from the beach.
After a while, you stop rowing and look back at the shore. You notice the small trees on the top of the exposed ridgeline have been bent down by the wind into unnatural shapes.
You decide to lie back on the smooth hull of the boat and take in the sun. You feel the boat gently drifting in the small current. The only sound in the afternoon sunlight is the sea, a light breeze and some seagulls. You imagine the ocean floor below: the fabled creatures, the sharks, the shells, the ancient treasures.
A bird flies overhead with a catch of fish in its beak.
You feel a gentle bump under the boat. When you peer over the side, you see a small whale gliding in between the long flakes and blades of light in the clear water where motes shift and spin. The whale is steel colour, a gigantic pillar of sentience. As it turns, you notice it has a white underside with deeply etched linear marks.
You lose sight of the whale, but in a few moments, the whale reemerges nearby on the surface of the sea, exhaling a v-shaped mist that turns into a multitude of faded rainbows in the sunlight.
The whale hangs suspended just below the surface as if considering whether to come closer to the boat or not. You can hear it breathing. For a moment, you feel your breath blending with the breath of the whale.
The whale dives, and you lose sight of it. You wait patiently wishing for it to return.
You hear the whale exhale again on the opposite side of the boat. When you go over to look, you discover the whale has rolled over and is gazing up at you with its large curious amber-coloured eye. You are staring at each other and into each other.
You gently tap the surface of the water, and slowly the whale moves close enough for you to touch it. The skin feels like the soft underside of your wrist. The feeling is so personal and escapes words.
In an instant, the whale slides away and disappears with barely a ripple.
The air is suddenly still, and the ocean like a grail.
Nearby the surface of the water erupts as the whale breaches and twists before disappearing again. And then it is gone.
You lie back on the boat with a sense of wonder-- a feeling you have been realigned in your soul.
The stillness returns and you feel lulled by the gently rocking boat, the soft breeze and the sound of the ocean.
〰️ Clara 〰️
I am bringing my favourite outside experiences and imaginings to create visualizations that encourage peace and relaxation.