In this meditative visualization, you will experience one of the only old-growth forests in Ireland. Only a fraction remains of the native woodland that once covered the island from coast to coast since the ice age. The remainder of all those forests was long ago felled for houses, ships, fuel or other things.
The sun is low in the sky when you arrive at the edge of Elk Wood. The pathway has long ago disappeared covered now with knots of blooming wild rose and brambles. As you walk around looking for the way through, you pass clusters of wildflowers-- foxglove, wild angelica, and red campion.
The wood is ancient. Fifty years ago a pair of fossilized giant elk antlers were discovered here. The antlers were 10 feet wide with seven points and considered to be about 12,000 years old.
Finally, you discover the entrance through the briars. You have to crouch down to move through the tangled tunnel leading into the forest.
The forest is hushed. The pine trees envelop all sound, diffuse the light, and still the air in a way that only they know-how.
The trees seem vibrantly alive and charged with wonder. You breathe in their earthy scent. Looking up, you imagine the things they have endured and survived together over the centuries. Events like windstorms, ice storms, lightning strikes, wildfires, droughts, and floods, to name but a few.
With each footstep, your senses become more tuned in to the forest and the hypnotizing cadence of your footsteps. As you walk, you notice a trail has been marked with low flint cairns, which you follow. In places, wild mossy gardens of fern and fungi grow around the roots. The fungi are pale and reminiscent of coral.
Somewhere in the distance, a blackbird sings and the faint drumming of a woodpecker.
The treehouse blends into the forest so that you hardly notice it.
A massive rustic ladder leads up to a deck and a door. As you climb up the ladder, you notice the gigantic tree's bark, ancient, with reptilian scales.
The house is built of pine and has a ridged shingle roof. Inside the cabin has a wide wood board floor, minimal furniture. All the beams in the house fit perfectly together. A wood stove crackles and glows in the corner with a small iron kettle steaming on the top. A mug with tea is waiting for you.
You pour the hot tea and walk back outside to the covered veranda overlooking the spires of treetops. As you sit down in the wicker chair, a light rain begins to fall. In the distance, the sound of thunder.
The light is beginning to fade into the shadow of sunset, so you light a candle.
You free your mind of all thoughts and focus on the present—the forest—the sound of the wind and the rain harmonized together in a single chord.
〰️ Clara 〰️
I am bringing my favourite outside experiences and imaginings to create visualizations that encourage peace and relaxation.