You find yourself alone in the middle of a vast, primordial volcanic landscape. A long time ago, this scene was covered with glowing molten lava. Now the ground rises and falls in angular, uneven brown dimensions and the ground beneath your feet is sharp and jagged, but you don’t mind because your feet are protected in your sturdy, soft boots. Small crevices and hollows have formed in the pumice rock from the rain, the wind, the snow and the ice. In between some of the fractures where the erosion has taken place whole landscapes of moss and lichens are growing in abundance. The sight of it makes you think of the sponges growing over the coral in the seas of warmer, distant places. There is an interesting contrast between their bright shades of green and the hard brown of the pumice rock.
In the distance, you see some low lying rowan trees that resemble small bushes. You decide to wander there slowly over the broken, uneven, bare landscape. You walk carefully, not wanting to step on and damage any of the fragile lichens that have probably taken aeons to grow in this desolate part of the landscape.
After you have been walking for a while, you hear a low metallic clucking sound. You look down at the ground and see a large white bird with bright red eyebrows peering at you from behind a rock. A rock ptarmigan! You stop. The bird eyes you quietly for a few moments before quickly darting away and disappearing behind some lava rocks.
You keep walking. There isn't a cloud in the sky, and the atmosphere is so clear you can literally see for miles. Maybe further than you have ever been able to see before. As you breathe in, the air is pure, fresh and new. In the far distance, you see small black hills framing a cone-shaped mountain covered in white snow that dominates the horizon. Must be the volcano that erupted ages ago and left the enormous lava field you're walking on in its wake. Now you reach the edge of the lava field, and you see clumps of tall blue lupines beginning to bud. Spring isn't far off.
The Rowan trees have grown together at the top to form a long tunnel over the pathway. You start walking down it. Looking up you see the trees are starting to bud too. Half-formed and bright green, and the blue sky beyond. The air is still, without any ambient noise except for the sound of your feet on the smooth path you are walking on. You feel very peaceful in your heart.
To your right, you see some wooden steps. You decide to explore and see where they lead. When you reach the bottom of them, you are beside a crystal clear emerald green pool. The surface of the water is perfectly placid and reflects the trees surrounding it. Underneath you see a shoal of small silver fish with designs of black dots covering their bodies. They sense the shadow you cast above them and dart away, disturbing the surface and leaving ripples that expand in their wake across the still water.
You climb back up the stairs to the pathway. Here you continue rambling along underneath the tender rowan trees until you reach a flat open area of soft, tufted grass. The grass is springy and has become faded and bleached from the winter elements. You see a track where the tussock grass has been flattened, and you continue walking along it.
As you walk along, you see a wide river. The river is a deep shade of sapphire blue. Here and there the water tumbles over large boulders, and you see white caps and hear the sound of it rushing, and it reminds you of a loud hiss.
A flock of about eight eider geese are startled by you from below the bank you are near. They run off clumsily on the water, squawking angrily at you as they go. When they take flight, they are slow and graceful. They fly away down the river. Some other smaller snowy waterbirds remain searching for food in the sand by the side of the river. The gentle sound they make blends with the sound of the rapids.
You decide to continue walking along on the track beside the river. The air you breathe is still so fresh, the dampness from the river casts a chill, but the warm sunshine on your face warms your spirit.
The track leads back into the Rowan trees and begins to wind upwards around large rocks covered in sage green colored lichen.
After a while, the sound of the water starts to become more and more amplified. When you reach the top of the small rise, the noise encompasses you on all sides. Below you is a great waterfall, divided into several parts by a series of huge boulders. You stare at it, amazed by the sheer volume and contrast of the water cobalt blue, and pure white.
The enchantment of the landscape spread out before you, the wall of noise, the feeling of the sun on your back all have a hypnotic effect. You begin to feel drowsy. When you turn, you notice a wooden bench behind you. You walk over to it and lie down. You put your hands behind your head to make a pillow and gaze up at the sky through the branches of the rowan tree. Your eyes are feeling heavy now. You breathe in and out deeply. You sink slowly into a deep, deep sleep
〰️ Clara 〰️
I am bringing my favourite outside experiences and imaginings to create visualizations that encourage peace and relaxation.