You are walking on a path through the forest. A slight chill of winter is lingering in the air, and the leaves from last autumn still carpet the earth and crunch under your feet.
The bright sunlight behind the bare trees casts long stark lines of shadows across the ground. In the distance, you can see the rounded amethyst coloured mountains that surround you.
There is a fresh damp smell of earth. Occasionally you see pale flat-capped mushrooms growing in the shadows at the base of some of the tree trunks.
The trail begins to wind gently up a hill around massive boulders covered with lichen and moss. A few of the rocks have stunted trees growing out of them clinging by ropey twisted roots.
Eventually, you reach the top of the rise and find yourself on the edge of a flat field with thick grass beaten down by the wind and bleached out by the sun.
In the centre of the field is a narrow stone tower with a cone-shaped roof reaching to a cloudless sky
You walk across the field to the tower. On the west side of it is an ancient wooden double door. When you turn the latch and push gently, the doors swing open. Going inside, you find yourself at the bottom of a swirling spiral staircase.
There isn't much light at the bottom of the stairs, but you begin climbing them anyway. You can feel that years and years of people's hands have smoothed the stone railing, and in places, the steps have irregular dips from their footsteps.
After a short time, you reach the top of the tower and find yourself in a vaulted, open circular room. The sun is shining through a large stained glass window with a bird and a river which casts jewels of jade green and light blue light all around the room.
When you look through the transparent parts of the glass, you can see the path you have been on meandering through the field and the forest below.
The room is warm and welcoming. A fire smoulders in the fireplace, and you can tell someone was burning incense.
In the middle of the room are a large wooden desk and a green velvet chair.
Stacked on the desk, are a couple of large antique leather-bound books with Latin text, and numerals etched on the front in gold leaf. When you open up one of the books, you are surprised to see detailed hand-drawn ancient illustrations and undecipherable writings in ink calligraphy. You study a page with a tiger on it. Another has a dragon with fangs curled up with a winged gryphon. On another page, a unicorn and a centaur. All the pictures depict mythical animals.
You sit down in the chair and get lost for a while in the tantalizing beauty of the images. The gentle afternoon sunlight in the room and the glow from the fire is soothing. You put the book down for a moment, close your eyes and slowly drift off into a deep, deep sleep.
〰️ Clara 〰️
I am bringing my favourite outside experiences and imaginings to create visualizations that encourage peace and relaxation.