The visualization this week is about a lost island, but first, I will begin with a quote from Roald Dahl:
"And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it."
Long ago, in a dusty nook of an antique shop under a stack of old leather-bound books, you found an ancient chartered map to a forgotten island.
Now you are following the map on a sailing a boat with weathered teak boards and a single mast. The warm sea breeze is against your back, filling the terracotta sails.
Faraway on the horizon, you see what could be the forgotten island. Or are you imagining things? Maybe it is just a mirage shimmering in the sun. It's hard to tell.
Suddenly you are surrounded by a school of fifty or so dolphins. Several breakaway to swerve around right in front of the boat. Playfully they swim alongside for a while before diving underneath the bow and leaping back to rejoin the others. Within moments they disappear, and you wonder where they went.
You look over the side of the boat, below, into the deep blue water to search for them. The dolphins have vanished. All you see are beams of gilded sunlight casting sideways into the sapphire depths.
After a while, the island appears like something carved by a giant out of clay.
You pull the sails down. The tide pushes the boat gently toward land. Soon you arrive at a pebble beach where you drag the little boat up onto the shore with the help of some gentle waves. The shallower water here is emerald green and transparent like glass.
On the cliffs above, birds are nesting. Layers of them fly around the rock face and in and out of small caves surrounding the bay.
You walk along the beach and find a natural path to follow inland through a grove of orange, olive, cypress, tamarisk and juniper trees.
The orange trees along the trail are in bloom; the scent is subtle and pleasant.
Eventually, you arrive at a small whitewashed house set on the highest point, standing like a monument to the pure remoteness of the island.
The front door is beautiful and weathered; it looks like it has been here for hundreds of years, but it is still solid and sturdy. When you turn the handle, the door opens easily.
A layer of dust on the floor suggests how long the house has been abandoned. The walls of the room are whitewashed, and when you look up, you are surprised to see a high domed ceiling covered by a mural of an astronomical map with constellations, stars and planets.
Your journey started with an old chart in an antique shop. The adventure has been one of chance. You try to imagine the person who lived here at one time on the island, communing with the earth, nature and the night sky-- what led them to this place? Where are they now?
You go outside and sit down next to the house, leaning on the stucco wall. The view of the sea and the sky fills your soul. You breathe and relax, close your eyes and focus on the landscape of sounds that surrounds you.
〰️ Clara 〰️
I am bringing my favourite outside experiences and imaginings to create visualizations that encourage peace and relaxation.