You are drifting in a canoe down the turquoise river. The river before you is lit up with a spill of glitter on the surface from the fading afternoon sunlight.
The river idly passes through a crack within the mountains which have been furrowed and jumbled by ancient glaciers that once covered the landscape.
High above you see juniper, spruce and aspen trees clinging precariously to the rocks. The season is turning. You notice the shift in the light, and the leaves on the aspen trees have changed from green to yellow. A few of the aspens are beginning to lose their leaves. They float on the surface of the water. Here and there along the riverbank, you see the last blooming autumn wildflowers, the purple aster and the thistle floss in the soft breeze.
A hawk passes before the sun and its shadow sprints for a moment along the bottom of the canoe.
As you look down over the side of the boat, you see the brilliant-cut glass interior of the water sliding away beneath you.
A dragonfly of crazed enamels alights momentarily on the prow of your canoe.
After a while, the boat beaches itself on a broad shore of thick, coarse sand mixed with mica.
Some ravens are startled by the boat's arrival and caw angrily from an old cottonwood tree. They disappear as you pull the canoe up on the river bank.
You sit down and watch the sunlight glow then fade away on the rock face opposite you as the sunsets.
The river takes on a blue haze of amethyst emptiness, and with it, the water exhales with the dank chill of dusk.
You walk along the beach and collect enough driftwood and twigs to make a big fire. The wood has been bleached out and is bone dry.
You light a match.
In no time the flames are blazing with a crackle of flashes and pops. You take off your coat and create a place to lie down on in the sand.
The flames burn brightly, and sparks fly high up into the night sky and disappear. The smoke smells like juniper smoke and sagebrush.
In the background, you also notice the constellations of fireflies. They blink on and off in the darkness close to the sand of the beach and higher up on the rock face.
Above the cliffs, the moon is full and round. It casts two-dimensional shadows on the rock walls surrounding you.
The fire glows and provides warmth from the chill night air. You feel peaceful and safe. The embers in the fire hypnotize you, and slowly you float off into a deep sleep.
〰️ Clara 〰️
I am bringing my favourite outside experiences and imaginings to create visualizations that encourage peace and relaxation.