Before we begin our visualization, which will be a celebration of spring from Holland this week, I will start with a quote from Thich Nhat Hanh.
"We have a tendency to think in terms of doing and not in terms of being. We think that when we are not doing anything we are wasting our time. But that is not true. Our time is first of all for us to be. To be what? To be alive, to be peaceful, to be joyful, to be loving. And that is what the world needs most."
The grey city fades away behind you, and the bumpy cobblestone street ends by the outskirts of the village.
The landscape is completely flat in a surreal sort of way, crisscrossed by straight canals and dirt roads.
The lane on top of the embankment stretches before you disappearing over the horizon into the vast Dutch sky.
Lining the narrow dykes are thick, tall reeds and bullrushes which sway and sigh gently in the light breeze.
You startle a swan, and it runs clumsily away on the water before taking off.
After a while, the road begins to border vast tulip fields. Neat, full beds of them stretch away—deep purple, pale purple, brilliant red, dazzling yellow. A kaleidoscope of colour, the intensity of which is heightened even more by the heady scent of the flowers.
You stop beside a section orange tulips and pick a bunch. While you are putting the flowers into your bicycle basket, you notice a windmill in the distance.
You decide to bicycle over to it, and before long you arrive.
The black windmill towers overhead. The sails are covered by beige sailcloth and move purposefully, rhythmically in the slight breeze.
You walk around to the front of the windmill and discover a herb garden, a path, and steps leading up to the front door.
You have to time when to walk up the steps to avoid the sails.
The door is slightly ajar. When you push it open, you enter a circular light-filled room. The room is whitewashed and empty apart from a staircase leading upstairs, a window seat and a pair of ordinary wooden clogs hanging on the wall by the side of the door.
You walk over and sit down on the window seat. At one time, it must have been somebody's bed. The window overlooks the flat landscape, that looks like a canvas framed by the road and the reeds with the fields of tulips as the broad, colourful brushstrokes.
The sails outside hypnotically break your perspective. There is a lull in the breeze, and soon the sails stop. The empty room becomes tranquil and quiet—the afternoon sunshine floods through the window. You open it, lean back, close your eyes and listen to the birds outside.
〰️ Clara 〰️
I am bringing my favourite outside experiences and imaginings to create visualizations that encourage peace and relaxation.