This week's visualization will be from the arctic circle.
You are on a polar voyage heading north on a vintage schooner.
You wake up on a wooden berth in your cabin. The summer days are eternal this far north, and as a result, they have a habit of all blending into one. But you know it is morning.
Brilliant sunlight floods through the porthole. A fire burns inside a small iron pot-bellied stove in the corner. Despite all this, you can still see your breath, and the cold makes your lungs feel cleansed when you breathe the air.
The sea is calm now. The boat drifts on the slightest of currents. Outside you can hear the whisper of the polar wind.
You sit up, making sure to keep a firm grip on your soft down comforter to stay warm. From where you are sitting on your bunk, you can wipe away a thin layer of frost from the window to look outside.
Overnight the boat has drifted into the northern Arctic Ocean, and now you see you are in the middle of a gallery of marble and ivory icebergs sculpted by the sea and the extreme cold. The view is one you could never imagine in your wildest of dreams.
The icebergs are ghostly white, and underneath the water, you can see the underside of them glowing molten aquamarine with the light of an outlandish kind.
The more massive floes are sapphire blue and twisted at the edges. You can only imagine the amount of ice below the water.
In places on the ice, neon emerald green water fills carved out basins and pressure cracks. A ghostly frost smoke wafts from some of the edges.
Several seagulls appear out of the haze. For a while, they glide alongside the porthole at eye-level and then skim away out of sight.
The ship navigates slowly through the dark blue greasy looking seawater and smaller chunks of ice like a galaxy of jigsaw puzzle pieces. You float past even more Icebergs, fleets of them — sinuous sculpted crystal temples with towering spires, Moorish arabesques domes and drowned arches. The boat passes a massive one resembling a toppled temple.
A polar bear is standing on the edge of a chunk of fast ice. The bear suddenly shakes its fur with a starburst of droplets. You watch as it slowly moves down on its forelegs and slides on the glacier into the soupy sea.
The sea becomes choppier, and you lie back under the covers on the berth watching the licking rays of light from the water lapse and flare over the wooden ceiling of the cabin.
The ship rolls smoothly back and forth on the waves. The movement lulls you. You breathe. Close your eyes and drift off on a wave of sleep.
〰️ Clara 〰️
I am bringing my favourite outside experiences and imaginings to create visualizations that encourage peace and relaxation.