This guided visualization is from purple fields of lavender.
Lavender flowers are known to symbolize purity, silence, devotion serenity, grace and calmness. Lavender essential oil is the most commonly used essential oil today, known for its soothing, calming and antidepressive properties.
Lavender oil has been used for over 3,000 years. The Egyptians used lavender for mummification and as a perfume. When King Tut's tomb was discovered and opened in 1923, the air inside possessed the faint scent of lavender.
Now I will begin with a quote from Clarissa Pinkola Estes.
The doors to the world of the wild Self are few but precious. If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much, you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door."
You find yourself in an Olive Grove. The sun is shining, and a faint aroma of earth and thyme float on the soft, salty breeze that has been carried inland from the nearby Mediterranean Sea.
The olive trees have stood in this grove for years. They have survived while civilizations rose and collapsed. The ancient trunks are broad, and their gnarled branches twist and reach for each other overhead. The road maps of their shadows they spill onto the ground. Small green fruits ripen for the harvest as they have for infinite seasons before
The ground is dry. Tufts of coarse grass grow where the boughs of the olive trees have provided shelter and relief from the afternoon sun.
The cicadas have recently surfaced from the dry ground. Their combined song fills the air like a primitive concerto.
As you walk along, you notice the herd of sheep are strolling through the olive grove too. They have thick curved horns and are followed closely by a couple of white sheepdogs who pay no attention to you.
The path ends at an ancient stone wall with a wooden gate with wrought iron hinges. When you turn the handle and open the gate, the landscape opens up into fields upon fields of purple lavender. Rows upon rows stretch as far as your eyes can see rolling into the distant hills. The perfume of the lavender is suddenly all around you; curling and diffused in the air with warmth and subtlety.
The lavender bushes are alive with bees and white butterflies. You pick one of the lavender stalks and touched the tiny violet-blue blossoms, and bring your scented fingertips to your throat.
You decide to slowly wander over to a small stone barn with a tiled roof you can see in the distance.
When you reach it, you can see the swifts flying overhead. They dip and dance around the barn. Some of them are soaring high up on the thermals. You notice a nest under the eaves by the doorway.
The door is ajar and creaks when you gently push it open. The interior is whitewashed and light-filled — bunches of harvested lavender drying in bunches that hang from wooden beams overhead.
In the corner are huge burlap sacks filled with the dried lavender. You walk over and sit down beside them, cross-legged on the floor. You close your eyes, and breath deeply in and out, and with each breath, a more profound sense of peace and calm overwhelms you. You appreciate your tranquil mood, and you almost feel as if you could fall asleep.
〰️ Clara 〰️
I am bringing my favourite outside experiences and imaginings to create visualizations that encourage peace and relaxation.