Thursday, November 09, 2006
A Quiet Place
I'm a pretty relaxed guy, usually. I wasn't always. Sometimes I would let the events of the day get to me and I wound up, wound up. Yes, I intended to say it that way. It has an interesting ring to it, expressed like that, doesn't it?
So that my inner spring wouldn't recoil and hurt some unsuspecting friend or family member, I would actively try to relax myself when I got home. One of the tools I used was visualizing a 'white room' where there were no distractions and therefore no ways to wind myself up further. The visualization exercise would leave me mellow and relaxed. I won't mention to you, because you really don't need to know, that sometimes (maybe always, if you insist!) there were attendants to make sure I relaxed completely -- a brunette, a blonde and a redhead, if I remember correctly. Oh. I guess I just did mention it. Ooops! Am I kidding about that? Only I know for sure.
The point is that the white room visualizations worked. I have never tried visualizations of outside vistas, but if I ever chose to do that, the scene pictured above, on a photograph I took near Carmel, California last year, would certainly suit my purposes perfectly. I love the way the afternoon sun played over the grass, and the way the shade under the trees in the background left them a deep, emerald green.
I don't have pictures of the brunette, the blonde, and the redhead. Sorry.