The visualization this week is about the lazy river. But first I would like to begin with a quote from ― Osho When the Shoe Fits: Stories of the Taoist Mystic Chuang Tzu.
“Meaning comes from the unknown, from the stranger, from the unpredictable that suddenly knocks at your door — a flower that suddenly blooms and you never expected it; a friend that suddenly happens to be on the street you were not waiting for; a love that blooms suddenly and you were not even aware that this was going to happen, you had not even imagined, not even dreamed. Then life has meaning. Then life has a dance. Then every step is happy because it is not a step filled with duty; it is a step moving into the unknown. The river is going towards the sea.”
The white-haired man driving the rusty truck drops you off by the dirt road.
You know the way. You have been here before.
He waves goodbye out of the window, and the truck disappears in a cloud of dust.
As the noise of the engine fades into the distance, the sounds of nature begin to envelop you like long lost friends.
How you have missed the sounds of the natural world. First, the insects, then the birds, the rustle of animals in the undergrowth and lastly the subtle sigh of a summer breeze.
It occurs to you how the birds have chirped the same song for months, years, decades, centuries, millennia. Just as you hear their song today, so have the others who have walked this way over time.
You take your shoes off and begin walking along the soft dirt track dappled by sunlight through the oak trees vaulted protectively over your head.
You start to hear the sound of the water, and soon you arrive at the boat launch where a yellow canoe waits to carry you a couple of miles downstream to the small town.
The colour of the water is out of this world—bright azure shimmering in the sun.
The summer sun heats the trees on the shore, and the foliage softly sways with the summer breeze. The stream of water refreshes the air; Two breaths which mingle without opposition to one another.
You step into the canoe and push effortlessly away from the bank and glide out into the stream.
The river is slow, lazy. It seems like the boat is flying because the water is transparent—a flood of fluid crystal,water of molten diamond, current of liquid light.
You can see the sandy bottom several feet underneath. In places, patches of long reeds sway to and fro on the broad river bed.
Large fish glide lazily around in the landscape below. Occasionally you notice small turtles among them. The turtles surface to breath before returning to the depths.
The lazy river slips through the open country.
A large heron standing on a fallen tree is startled by the yellow boat. It takes off, and gracefully flies away around a bend in the river.
The river has hypnotized you. Rather than going any further, you decide to stop.
Around the next bend, a swath of sandy beach appears. You steer the kayak over, and then pull it out of the river.
The sand is very soft. You walk over to a place under a large shaded tree. Here the ground is bare, and some of the tree roots poke through it like mahogany knuckles.
You sit down, enjoying the feeling of stillness-- of not being in motion. You notice the dappled sunlight falling across your legs. The combination of the low afternoon sunlight and the sound of the lazy river is hypnotic. You close your eyes and slowly drift off into a deep sleep.
〰️ Clara 〰️
I am bringing my favourite outside experiences and imaginings to create visualizations that encourage peace and relaxation.