The podcast this week is based on visualising Frida Kahlo's garden.
First, I will begin with a quote by Frida Kahlo.
I used to think I was the strangest person in the world, but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me, too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it's true I'm here, and I'm just as strange as you."
You are pedalling down a wide dusty street during siesta time.
It is almost as if the whole town is asleep behind the colourful shuttered windows. Even the birds seem to be resting. The village is hushed. Suspended in time.
At the very end of the leafy tree-lined street, you see the bright blue house La Casa Azul.
When you get there, you lean the bike against the high stucco wall and walk over to the tall, green door. You knock, but no one answers.
As you are expected, you turn the handle and push the door open.
Immediately you leave the hot, dusty street behind. You are enveloped by the cool shaded garden courtyard. A refuge filled by a riot of exotic tropical plants. Jacaranda, oleander, philodendron, roses, sunflowers, fuchsia, marigolds, palms, ferns, fruit trees, and many kinds of cacti and succulents. The roof is covered by a cloud of blazing red bougainvillaea.
The fragrance of flowers in the air mingles with the coolness of water from a fountain.
Although the exterior of the house is painted cobalt blue, the inner walls are natural grey lava rock into which someone has embedded conch shells and pottery pots into the walls where birds have made their nests.
Butterflies, hummingbirds, and other colourful birds flutter around in the thick foliage.
Hanging from one of the tree limbs is a rusty open cage.
A black cat strolls lazily down the narrow rocky path in front of you, then stretches out in a patch of sunlight.
As you walk around the cat, you pass by a room with a line of greenhouse windows.
Inside an open window, you see a desk lined up with an assortment of paintbrushes and bright paint in perfume bottles, and more pottery pots.
Next to it is a wooden easel with a still life painting of a watermelon, some oranges and a green parrot.
Turning away, you follow the path back into the garden. Under a mango tree, you see two deck chairs and a small table.
The table is set for tea. Hibiscus tea.
You sit down in one of the chairs and quietly wait for Frida to appear.
〰️ Clara 〰️
I am bringing my favourite outside experiences and imaginings to create visualizations that encourage peace and relaxation.