The horse is not a horse, but rather a sturdy pony with a thick flowing copper-coloured mane and tail and a coat the colour of nutmeg.
The eyes of the pony are almond-shaped and deep-set with an expression that says "trust me".
You stroke the horse's head with your hand and notice the horse has a marking like a crescent-shaped moon on her forehead. The horse pushes her muzzle gently against your arm like a gesture of kindness.
You climb comfortably on her, and you take off along a broad path that traverses straight across a valley enclosed by jagged peaks, glaciers and dormant volcanoes.
A herd of wild grey horses in a nearby field are surprised by your presence toss their heads around and gallop away, leaving behind a cloud of dust.
At first, you feel a sense of trepidation because the stride is lively, quick. You are moving too fast. Then you allow yourself to relax, and before long, you experience the power of flight without wings.
The feeling evolves, you forget where your body ends and where the horse begins. You are merged together bonded by trust and honesty.
You arrive at a wide, shallow creek. The bottom is covered with large smooth rocks, but your horse only slows down to cross without a stumble. The water that splashes on your face feels cold and refreshing.
The lowlands shift into fields of wild lupine and grasses that are high enough to reach the soles of your boots. When you look down at your feet, they seem to be floating above the purple and white clouds of flowers.
The path is totally obscured by the vegetation, but the pony knows precisely where to tred.
The muffled hoof beats create a hypnotic tempo in the quiet, solitary landscape.
The mountains, the glacier, the river and the vast expanse of wildflowers are behind you. In front of you is a desolate windswept volcanic plain. The landscape could be another planet with no visual reference other than the grey sky and the black dirt.
The pace increases. You look down and see dust exploding from the horse's hooves. It looks like smoke. You hang on enjoying the wind on your face. And now the soft smell of the sea which appears to be hovering behind the dunes in the distance.
The sand becomes softer and deeper the nearer you get to the sea. It is difficult for the horse to walk through. You get off the horse and walk together slowly along the beach.
The grey sea breaks gently on the black beach leaving behind a dramatic line of white foam. A haze rests on the shore, then runs out in vanishing flatness. The sea and sky appear welded together without a joint.
As you walk on the beach, you notice the bleached jawbone of a whale, driftwood and a flock of seagulls who watch you and don't make a sound.
You pause and sit down. You listen to the soft sound of the surf. The horse breathes softly content to be here with you. You feel very peaceful and relaxed.
You have heard seals frequent the shores here. You decide to stay for a while and watch. Maybe you will see one, or perhaps even a whale.
〰️ Clara 〰️
I am bringing my favourite outside experiences and imaginings to create visualizations that encourage peace and relaxation.