Before we begin, the visualization, which is from a hidden corner of Europe. I would like to start with a quote from the Vietnamese Buddhist monk and peace activist, Thích Nhất Hạnh.
"Around us, life bursts with miracles--a glass of water, a ray of sunshine, a leaf, a caterpillar, a flower, laughter, raindrops. If you live in awareness, it is easy to see miracles everywhere. Each human being is a multiplicity of miracles. Eyes that see thousands of colours, shapes, and forms; ears that hear a bee flying or a thunderclap; a brain that ponders a speck of dust as easily as the entire cosmos; a heart that beats in rhythm with the heartbeat of all beings. When we are tired and feel discouraged by life's daily struggles, we may not notice these miracles, but they are always there."
You are walking through a vast grassy meadow. The wind pushes the grasses one way and then another and as it does the field undulates downwards and upwards. It flows and looks like water. In the distance, you notice some of the grass has been cut for hay. Large circular bales are strewn about randomly on the hillside.
In places, clumps of crimson poppies swaying in the breeze give the impression that the fields are alive with flares. You also notice blue cornflowers, clover, teasels and tall purple thistles.
Soon the path cuts through a field of sunflowers. They are taller than you are, and their flowers are all facing away from you toward the east. The big blooms are full of life- not just bees, but butterflies and emerald-toned beetles. The sun warmed sweet haze of the yellow flowers fills the air.
After a while, the field of sunflowers ends, and now you are following the trail through a vineyard. The vines are knarled and stretch out for acres in lines of trellises. The clusters of grapes are budding green.
You come to an ancient, crumbling wall with an archway and a thick oak door. When you push, the door opens easily, into the courtyard of a monastery.
The courtyard is filled with lemon trees. In the middle of it, white doves are drinking from a fountain.
When you approach, they fly away on to the terracotta tiled roof.
An elderly monk in a black habit walks over and greets you in broken English. He has silver hair, with kind deep-set eyes. He explains that the monastery is also a retreat, and you are welcome to stay overnight.
You accept the invitation, so he leads you through the courtyard to a covered walkway overgrown with roses. When you look up at the monastery, you notice a couple of gargoyles crouching under the rooftop. They look weathered from centuries of being exposed to the elements, one has the face of a lion, and another resembles a monkey with a full mouth.
The monk leads you through a large kitchen. A group of people are sitting together at a long table, having lunch. They smile at you as you pass by. You follow the monk down a wide corridor to your bedroom.
The room is whitewashed, with oak floors and a simple wooden bed, desk and chairs. You walk over to the window; the view overlooks the tiled roof and the places you have recently walked.
It is dusk, a purple dusk over the sunflower fields and the long grass pastures. The sun setting is the colour of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red. On the horizon you see a small village nestled in the between the faraway hillsides.
You turn around and see the monk has left. You walk over to the door and close it then you lie down on the soft bed. The room is peaceful. And quiet. A balanced inner calmness radiates from your heart. You breathe slowly and deeply. Your eyes are still under your eyelids, your mind is still. You feel relaxed as you listen to the birds outside your window. And now a light rain begins to fall.
〰️ Clara 〰️
I am bringing my favourite outside experiences and imaginings to create visualizations that encourage peace and relaxation.