You are rowing a boat through an archipelago of small islands. Some of are little more than oversized rocks with a few trees clinging to them.
It's late in the afternoon, and the sky is a luminous blue. The oars and the pulse of the water gently move the boat.
You steer to a larger island of pumice coloured crumpled mountains. Folds of pine trees and the odd cypress tree shelter in the opaque shadows of the hillsides.
As you near the island, you gaze over the edge of the boat. The water is clear, like glass. Far below you can see patches of pale rock scarred black by sea urchins. A shoal of sardines skim up and shimmer under the surface of the water.
You reach the shore — the translucent blue sea laps on the beach, which is a mixture of coarse white sand and broken seashells.
As you pull the boat up on the shore, you can hear the island vibrating with the sound of cicadas.
You begin walking on a stony meandering path that has been trampled by goat hooves. Grasshoppers and locusts whir away from you as you walk. The ancient dust covers your feet.
A trail meanders through a small grove of Mediterranean pines. The pine needles resemble feathers.
And there you are in a field of thyme and other wild plants. You pick some and rub them together in the palm of your hands. They make them smell like sage and mint.
Closeby you hear the drowsy tinkling of goat bells.
In a shallow hollow, some goats are asleep in the shade of an old twisted olive tree. As you pass by, one of them stares at you with vacant yellow eyes.
You arrive at a clearing where ruins of broken marble columns and other rocks split like dice are lying in pieces on the ground. At one time this place was some sort of amphitheatre.
In your mind, you imagine all the spirits who must have gathered here in ancient times.
You walk across the amphitheatre and sit down on the side of a broken column. The cicadas abruptly stop, and it is absolutely quiet. You breathe in the peace and what feels like a sacred kind of solitude. From here, you can clearly look down at the sea which is crystal clear azure, turquoise, emerald, viridian and in spots lapis lazuli.
The sun is beginning to float down on the mountains, and the sea glitters lazily at the front of their smoky shadows.
It is time for you to go now. Slowly you turn around and start walking back down the path.
〰️ Clara 〰️
I am bringing my favourite outside experiences and imaginings to create visualizations that encourage peace and relaxation.