We will begin our visualization today with an Irish blessing.
“May you have the hindsight to know where you’ve been,
The foresight to know where you are going,
And the insight to know
when you have gone too far.”
You find yourself alone on a cliffside path that meanders beside the Irish Sea. The weather is sunny with the fog and mist mixed up in between.
Along the side of the path, flowers grow. You notice Queen Anne’s Lace, ox-eye daisies, sea campions and dandelions in between. Their faint fragrance mixes in with the damp air from the sapphire Irish sea that glimmers and glints through the soft haze.
On the horizon, you see a small rocky island with a lighthouse in the middle that has been painted black.
A small fishing boat is slowly moving away from the shoreline.
As your eyes travel gently up the coast, you notice various sea birds. Some seagulls are chasing after the fishing boat, and others seem to be nesting in the large smooth rocks that tumble down the cliffs to the lapping water below. You can hear their noisy calls carried upon the breeze.
The path turns away from the sea now, and the landscape changes into gently rolling hills scattered about with flowering hedges and other bushes. You also see a herd of sheep. Now and then you can hear their bleats and their bells chiming gently.
The path soon traverses a small stream which has carved a path through a thick green carpet of clover. You follow the brook, and soon you have to decide whether to continue along the trail or follow the imprint of footsteps you see, leading in the opposite direction.
You decide to take the path less travelled, and after a while, the trail ends at a stairway carved into the cliff face heading down to the beach. As you descend slowly down the steps, you hear a spring tumbling over the rocks.
When you reach the bottom of the stairs, you find a small waterfall with fresh sparkling water. Growing abundantly in the shade all around it is a thick living pelt of moss, which is probably the deepest, most vibrant shade of green you have ever seen. While you are standing in the small shady corner of the cliff, you can smell the dank, old, rich smell of it. When you gently touch the moss, it springs back like a fluffy sponge.
The tone of the water is so calming you are tempted to stay for a while, but the sound of the sea lures you away. As the mist lifts, you see a small cove with smooth sand.
You sit down, take off your shoes and socks. The sand feels hard, compact and even under your bare feet. You walk down to the water’s edge and feel the sea water cover the tips of your toes, then the rest of your feet.
Suddenly a large grey seal surfaces in the water a few feet away from you. The seal looks at you with kind, soulful black eyes. For a few moments, you make eye contact, and then the seal slips quietly away below the glassy surf.
The water on your feet begins to feel chilly, so you walk over to a large low boulder nearby and lie down on it. The rock is about the size of a bed, and somehow the action of the waves at high tide has moulded it to the exact shape of your spine. You feel the heat of the day trapped in the stone which warms your muscles as you stretch out. The fog has lifted entirely now. You look up at the cobalt blue sky painted with thick impastoed layers of clouds. You turn your face to the afternoon sunshine and close your eyes.
〰️ Clara 〰️
I am bringing my favourite outside experiences and imaginings to create visualizations that encourage peace and relaxation.