You wake up in the tipi. Gauzy sunlight passes through the white canvas — a dream catcher sways hypnotically from the wood struts over your head. Outside you can faintly hear the gentle sound of wind chimes carried on the breeze.
A faint aroma of juniper smoke from a forgotten fire hangs in the air.
The open tent flaps reveal a stark, enchanted red landscape. The landscape of Hoodoo Mesa. A massive flat-topped island in the sky. Other looming naked monoliths surround the mesa-- some resemble ruins of fortress walls while others are stark vertical minarets reaching high up into the air. The rock shapes are banded with colour: copper-gold, coral pink, burnt umber, sienna, yellow and orange.
Juniper trees and scrub oak cling precariously to some of the rock faces by their roots which have anchored themselves into small stone crevices. The Juniper trees have contorted and twisted trunks. They have clung onto their desolate place for hundreds of years.
You walk outside with your shoes off. The red earth feels soft and warm on the soles of your feet from the heat of the day. When you look down at the ground, you notice fresh lizard and kangaroo mice tracks. But despite these animal visitors who must have been outside the tent while you napped you feel a sense of overwhelming solitude because you're in the heart of hundreds of miles of nowhere.
The desert feels magical, motionless as if something is on the verge of being unveiled.
A perfect garden grows all around out of the red earth. Spare and uncrowded and straightforward. The black-eyed Susans, Indian paintbrush, prickly pear in bloom, yucca and iridescent blue sagebrush all stand out in contrast to the distant rocks and the small boulders scattered around.
A low grey ceiling of clouds hangs over the desert from horizon to horizon.
An eddy of wind passes, and you see a whirlwind pushing several tumbleweeds across the landscape.
On the horizon, a storm is gathering. Wild grey towering anvil headed clouds pile onto each other. The breeze it generates brings an aroma of ozone mingled in with earth, sage, juniper.
The massive clouds jostle as the ions collide. You can see lightning in their depths, and you can hear reverberating thunder in the distance. Now and then you can see branches of lighting join heaven and earth.
The breeze picks up and jangles the windchimes. The storm chills the air even further. You can now see a lavender-coloured curtain of rain edging closer toward you — a few drops of rainfall on your skin.
The rain has reached your distant place now, so you retreat inside the tipi. You watch the storm for a short time. Then you lie back. The sound of the rain is relaxing. You close your eyes and drift off into a deep sleep.
〰️ Clara 〰️
I am bringing my favourite outside experiences and imaginings to create visualizations that encourage peace and relaxation.