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.

9 comments:

  1. A white room sounds good right now, especially if it's soundless. Did you ever notice, or maybe it doesn't bother you as much as me, that you can never get away from NOISE? It's someone's voice, or the radio, or the television, or the phone, or something. Now, I've never tried envisioning a brunette or redhead, and I would never envision a blonde. But, I will try the scene of grasses. I do have a special place I go in my mind, in the Northwoods of Wisconsin. The view contains only a lake. Pine trees. Islands. My canoe. A cottage from the 1920's. It's what I'll be picturing when I have my foot surgery in December.

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  2. I am going to your happy place right now.

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  3. You're right, Bellezza, the noise drives me crazy. I love quiet when I unwind. Should I be hurt, by the way? I'm blond. Does the dumb blond stereotype extend to men?

    Happy dreams, Penny!

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  4. That area of Wisconsin, Bellezza, sounds very much like northern Ontario, and the setting sounds perfect. Good luck on that surgery!

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  5. The dumb blonde stereotype could never apply to you, my friend.

    When I'm next in the Northwoods, this summer, I'll take some digital photographs with which to post. You can't imagine a more idyllic place. (Unless, of course, it's northern Ontario about which I'm clueless.)

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  6. Thanks, Bellezza. One might almost think that I was fishing for a compliment or something! I would love to see photos of that part of the world. I've never been there.

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  7. Sieg, can I rip and save some of these great pics?
    They'd make great winter wallpaper!

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  8. Oh, and about that relaxation exercise...That's cool, man - You didn't say what the blond, brunette and redhead were doing, so I think you're safe:)

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  9. Help yourself to the pix, Galt. That's why I post them in the large format.

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