The plain gives way to natural rock gardens dotted with delicate plants and stunted ferns.
Soon you are on an old path that leads you through ancient trees. The sunlight casts a dim light through the abundance of branches that form a forest vault overhead.
The air is still, and the forest is alive with the sound of birds.
An aroma from one of the trees in the forest evokes memories from your childhood.
You arrive at a long, low ruined wall covered with moss. In places, orange poppies push up through cracked places in the foundation.
You see a small dark coloured gate in the wall. The handle of the gate is worn but still intact.
You gently push open the gate.
Inside is a wild garden which looks as if it has been uncultivated for many years. Climbing roses in bloom and twisted branches of wisteria wrestle with each other and tumble over the wall.
In the middle of the garden are the remnants of a stone fountain crumbling from years of neglect.
An overgrown cobbled path circles the fountain. It leads to what seems to be a tumbledown house with tall windows that are covered with barricaded and broken Venetian blinds.
You find a decrepit door and hesitate for a few minutes. You push the door lightly with your finger. It starts to open with a quiet movement which makes the opening wider. You push the door harder.
A rusty hinge creaks and the door opens into a vast hallway of carved ornamental wooden panels. A lantern made of twisted bronze and silver filigree hangs from the rafters of the ceiling. The room is not a ruin but a cathedral of the past.
An abundance of English ivy seems to be binding the walls and the roof together, and dry leaves litter the marble floor.
Motes of dust shift and spin in the flakes of sunlight filtering through the broken blinds. Some pigeons are roosting somewhere in the rafters of the roof.
The people have long since departed, but you can imagine how they must have enjoyed spending time here.
Over time the artistry and craftsmanship of the room have merged and is being reclaimed by nature.
You decide to go back into the garden.
Outside once more in the sunlight, you follow an overgrown gravel path through a boxwood alley that leads to another smaller garden with wild, dense uncultivated shrubbery and forget-me-nots.
You discover a marble bench that you lie down on. The combination of the ambience of this forgotten place, the scents from the garden, the birdsong, and the low afternoon sunlight have a hypnotic affect. You feel drowsy. You close your eyes and slowly drift off into a deep, deep sleep.
〰️ Clara 〰️
I am bringing my favourite outside experiences and imaginings to create visualizations that encourage peace and relaxation.