We will begin our visualization which takes place in Iceland
with a poem by ― J.R.R. Tolkien
"I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen
Of meadow flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
In autumns that there were
With morning mist and silver sun
And wind upon my hair
I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall ever see
For still there are so many things
That I have never seen
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green
I sit beside the fire and think
Of people long ago
And people that will see a world
That I shall never know
But all the while I sit and think
Of times there were before
I listen for returning feet
And voices at the door."
You find yourself on the gentle path meandering through a barren nordic landscape. The track is well trodden and continues between shambles of broken flat rocks. You are the farthest north and probably the closest you will ever be to the arctic circle. This is a place you have never dreamed of going.
It is the middle of summer, and it's still day when it should be night. At this time of year, the sun is making a low orbit right above the horizon.
The desolate nature of the place is alien like the surface of the moon. You see no trees, no grass. There is nowhere to hide. The barren tundra is separated only by the small spring you see flowing beside the track you are walking on.
Soon you leave the stream, and the trail begins rising gradually over a series of switchbacks which are not physically challenging at all. There is a mineral, shattering silence separated by the quiet crunch of stones underfoot.
The rocks that litter the landscape appear dull, but when you stop and look closely at them, you notice they have abstract patterns of light green lichen or are covered with dry green moss.
A diaphanous cloud of mist creeps down over the hilltop and floats gracefully over the valley. The once sharp edge of the ridgeline becomes an amorphous shape. Not as daunting as it seemed when you began your hike. The cloud appears to envelop you like a long lost friend.
At the top of the rise, the haze lifts, and you find yourself at the edge of a slope that falls away from you into a dramatic panorama of deep purple mountains, countless fjords with small islands in the middle that are all strung together with a bridge. Faraway on the horizon, some peaks have snow still on them. Here and there brilliant shafts of sun spotlight random patches of the landscape.
You could climb even higher, but you sit down and relax to experience the view from this particular spot. Nearby you notice clumps of flowering pink arctic thyme which have a delicate sweet fragrance.
A big raven flies closeby overhead and disappears over the rise.
Randomly you start moving and examining some of the rocks with your bare hands. Amongst all the flat grey rocks, you notice a small smooth black stone with a white silhouette on it. The design is distinctive and resembles a stick figure with the arms raised aloft.
You can see clearly the inscription was carved by someone into the stone a long time ago... and you wonder at the randomness of finding it high on the incline, overlooking the epic scene. How many years has the stone been here, and what sort of magical power does it possess. You will never know. The person who could reveal the mystery to you has long since moved along on their journey.
What was the person like whose hands worked to fashion the stone? When they dropped it here were they hunting, were they running away, or were they just out walking like you to get the view.
You hold the amulet and take it as a universal gift. The mystery of the stone will never be explained, and you will never know or understand it, which is the most meaningful lesson of all.
It must be getting late. The sun is beginning to get lower in the sky. The sky looks like it has been spray-painted streaks of gold on lavender melting into saffron.
A sense of peace and appreciation overwhelm you. You stay in this place until you feel it is time to head back down the trail. There is no need for you to worry about getting back because at this time of year time does stand still. There is no darkness in the Nordic summertime.
〰️ Clara 〰️
I am bringing my favourite outside experiences and imaginings to create visualizations that encourage peace and relaxation.