This guided visualization is from a tidal river in the East of England.
But first, I will begin with the lyrics of an uplifting Brazilian song called "Aquas de Marco", which translates in English as "Waters of March". It's a beautiful song, and if you don't know it, please check it out.Both the Brazilian and English versions are good.
A stick, a stone
It's the end of the road
It's feeling alone
It's the weight of your load
It's a sliver of glass
It's life, it's the sun
It is night, it is death
It's a knife, it's a gun
A flower that blooms
A fox in the brush
A knot in the wood
The song of a thrush
The mystery of life
The steps in the hall
The sound of the wind
And the waterfall
It's the moon floating free
It's the curve of the slope
It's an ant, it's a be
It's a reason for hope
And the riverbank sings
Of the waters of march
It's the promise of spring
It's the joy in your heart.
The tide is high, and the path leads through a marsh. Tall gold reeds sway gently back and whisper in the breeze. In places, some of the reeds have fallen over the trail, obscuring it from view, so you have to push them aside to keep moving forward.
Legend has it that in ancient times, local fishermen captured a merman in their nets here. At first, they thought they had caught a seal or a dolphin, but soon realized it was a man with long hair who was completely naked, wild and unable to talk. The fishermen brought him back to the town of Orford and locked him up. However, he was able to escape never to be seen again.
The trail ends a broad beach. The calm water perfectly mirrors the sky, so it's hard to see where the river ends, and where the air begins.
Here a narrow wooden pier extends out into the river, and the stillness of the water creates an optical illusion like the wooden walkway is hanging suspended in space, a pathway to infinity.
From around the river bend, a murmuration of birds appear. They blend together, then break apart, then together, then apart, creating a myriad of undulating galaxies of patterns. The sound of their wings beating together takes your breath away.
Within moments the birds disappear from view, and you notice the tide is rising and starting to cover the beach.
You walk away from the river on a different path carved through hedges of brambles to a forest of oak trees.
The trail ends at the broken ruins of an ancient building. The roof is missing, but parts of an old chimney and the walls of a great hall take up most of the clearing.
At the top of the remnants of a fireplace, an owl drowsily peers at you. The flint walls have been weathered by the ages. The place feels peaceful to you. You sit down inside the ruins and breathe in the atmosphere. It is a broken-down place, but you feel safe and incredibly relaxed here.
When you close your eyes, you become aware of the other sounds of the forest: the bees, the grasshoppers, wood doves. As you breathe in and breathe out the combination of the sounds and the feeling of the afternoon sun on your face makes you feel calm and relaxed.
〰️ Clara 〰️
I am bringing my favourite outside experiences and imaginings to create visualizations that encourage peace and relaxation.