You have been staying in a rustic cabin in the middle of an old-growth forest.
Inside on the wooden floor of the main room is a soft, delicately woven carpet of magical patterns and designs.
You walk over and sit cross-legged on a sunny spot in the middle of the rug. The fabric of the carpet feels soft, warm and velvety under your bare feet.
When you relax and close your eyes, the carpet begins to levitate. At first, you think you are dreaming. When you open your eyes, you see you are indeed floating in the air. But you feel uneasy, so the carpet descends to the ground. When you relax again, the rug floats back up into the air. Now you are hovering in the room above the sunny place on the floor. Yet, almost as if the carpet senses your uncertainty, it lowers you back down. After a while, you have an understanding that the more you let go, the longer the rug floats above the ground.
With a leap of faith, you decide to go with the flow, and when you do, the front door of the cabin carefully opens, and you glide through.
The perspective of your world beneath has changed. You see the small cabin where you were staying nestled in the woods and the narrow rugged lane that leads to it. The higher you climb, the more the landscape opens up. You are flying above the forest. The trees look so little from up here. Soon you are hovering over verdant green fields that resemble thick pelts of fur that move like the sea in currents of air. In amongst the fields are white specks of sheep. — scars of fences, hedges, walls, roads.
That speck is someone walking their dog.
Now you see a small village. A sudden tailwind makes the carpet go even higher. Up here, away from everything you are familiar with the world is peaceful. The only sound is the lullaby of the breeze.
You are bending the laws of the universe defying gravity, feeling the gentle wind in your face and soaring among canyons of white cumulus nimbus clouds. You love the sky. Here and there brilliant shafts of sun spotlight random features of the landscape, while the clouds cast patterns with their shade. Your shadow also follows you, fleeting across the fields below.
A few birds fly in and out of sight like short-lived punctuation marks.
Now you are soaring over a mountain range snow-capped and spired with mysterious turrets which touch the clouds. The magic carpet flies close to the cliff face enough for you to feel the crisp air, and you hunker down for warmth in the velvety folds of the fabric.
The carpet swoops down and flies slowly along a steep ravine, and then in between the walls of a canyon. A bright azure ribbon of a river meanders along the valley floor.
On the horizon, you see the river meeting the sea. Before long, you are soaring over the waves and beyond over the indigo water.
A small island that looks like a jewel appears covered in tropical vegetation. It seems so tempting! The carpet reading your mind descends slowly, and within a short time, you land smoothly on the sandy beach under the shade of a palm tree.
What a perfect place. You don't even have to move. The sound of the waves lapping on the beach, the palm fronds gently swaying in the wind, the soft magic carpet. All you want to do is close your eyes, relax and breathe.
〰️ Clara 〰️
I am bringing my favourite outside experiences and imaginings to create visualizations that encourage peace and relaxation.