This guided meditative visualization is about the gift.
The word gift originated with the ancient Norse word gipt, which meant 'something given'. Over the years, the name emerged in the English language, with the word 'gift'. In Swedish, the term evolved into giva, which was the word used for being given in marriage.
Gifts can be talents too. For example, you can have the gift of gab or a musical gift. Gifts can also be intangibles like the gift of happiness or the gift of a peaceful day.
This visualization is from Iceland, but first, I will begin 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 beside a small spring between the ravine in a barren nordic landscape.
You are the farthest north and probably the closest you will ever be to the arctic circle. A remote place you have never dreamed of reaching.
It is the middle of summer, and even though it is late at night, the sun is still up.
The desolate nature of the place resembles a lunar landscape. There are no trees, no grass. No shelter.
The shambles of broken flat rocks covering the landscape appear dull. Still, closeup, each one seems airbrushed with different shades of delicate light green lichen.
The trail heads away from the stream and rises through a series of gentle switchbacks.
The silence is broken by the sound of rocks disturbed by your footsteps.
When you reach the top of the rise, you enter a diaphanous cloud of mist. The once sharp edge of the ridgeline becomes softened by an amorphous shape, and it seems to envelop you like a long lost friend.
After a while, the haze lifts. The edge of the slope falls away into an inspiring panorama of deep purple mountains. Faraway peaks still have snow on the top of them—a fjord with little islands in the middle that appear to be strung together by a bridge. Brilliant shafts of sunlight break through the clouds and illuminate random patches of the landscape.
You could climb higher, but you sit down to experience the view from this particular spot.
Nearby you notice clumps of flowering pink arctic thyme which have a delicate sweet fragrance.
A raven flies closeby and disappears over the ridge.
Amongst all the flat rocks, you notice a small smooth black stone etched with a primitive symbol. The form clearly resembles the outline of a woman with her arms raised up above her head.
The image was etched into the stone ages ago... You marvel at the chance of finding it on this desolate incline, above the vast, empty landscape. Who was the person whose hands worked to carve the image into the stone? Was it dropped while they hunting? Were they running away, or just out walking like you.
You hold the amulet. The mystery of the stone will never be explained. You will never know. The person who could reveal the secret has long since disappeared from this place.
It must be getting late. The sun has disappeared below the horizon. The sky looks like it has been painted with streaks of gold on lavender dissolving into saffron.
A sense of peace and gratitude overwhelm you. You will stay here for a while because there is no darkness in the Nordic summer. At this time of year, time does standstill.
Photo by Davide Cantelli | Unsplash
〰️ Clara 〰️
I am bringing my favourite outside experiences and imaginings to create visualizations that encourage peace and relaxation.