Before we begin, the visualization, which is from a secret garden. I want to start with a quote by Carl Sagan.
"Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality. When we recognize our place in an immensity of light‐years and in the passage of ages, when we grasp the intricacy, beauty, and subtlety of life, then that soaring feeling, that sense of elation and humility combined, is surely spiritual. So are our emotions in the presence of great art or music or literature, or acts of exemplary selfless courage such as those of Mohandas Gandhi or Martin Luther King, Jr. The notion that Science and spirituality are somehow mutually exclusive does a disservice to both."
Purple heather and yellow gorse cover the hillsides. The rainstorm has recently ended, and a mist has been swept away by the warm, mild breeze. Summer sunlight breaks through broken clouds with long shafts of light illuminating patches of the landscape for fleeting moments.
The breeze carries the slight aroma of wildflowers and damp earth warming up in the sunshine.
Swifts soar overhead.
The pathway descends gradually down the hillside into the valley, and as it does, it becomes increasingly overgrown, almost like a tunnel. Animals stir around in the underbrush.
The trail ends at a tall ancient brick wall covered by a thicket of ivy, honeysuckle and rosehip bushes. When you pull some of the vines and branches aside, you discover a heavy, wooden door with a big iron key in the lock.
The key opens the door so you can go inside.
The garden has been forgotten about. Tangled rose bushes are blooming despite their neglect, binding the walls, wrapping around the tree trunks, and the branches. A multitude of colours scarlet, pink, and white.
In addition to the roses, there are all sorts of other flowers growing wild.
The birds have found sanctuary here and built numerous nests in the trees and bushes. On the ground, by your feet, you notice a hawk feather and broken pieces of a blue eggshell.
In the middle of the garden, is an enormous weeping willow tree. Its branches hang down like green curtains.
You go over to the tree, part the leafy branches and suddenly you are enclosed by a vault of green.
Underneath the canopy, surrounding the massive tree trunk is a fuzzy bed of moss. You sit down and look up through the branches. The willow leaves glow neon-lit from within—the spaces in between them, the blue sky.
You lie down on the soft bed of moss close your eyes and allow yourself to completely relax.
〰️ Clara 〰️
I am bringing my favourite outside experiences and imaginings to create visualizations that encourage peace and relaxation.