During a recent visualisation with my coach George, he asked me to journey to an imaginary place of unspoken authenticity. Sounds a little esoteric I know, but this led me to take a very interesting journey in my mind’s eye which I captured in the words below. Giving myself permission to visualise in this way really enables me to unlock parts of myself I didn’t know existed. As a result of the session (can’t believe I am actually writing this!) I committed to exploring the possibility of running a silent retreat. Our imaginations are indeed powerful tools!
Cross-legged on the grassy midsummer mound
The pine trees punctuate our sacred circle
A sense of intimacy induced by the ever growing violet shade of evening
Our faces glowing in the hypnotic campfire light
We watch our truth as it dances in the flickering flames
Shoulders gently shrouded by the softness of simple scarves
Silence is our saviour.
Some hold hands, their inner worlds connecting through flowing fingertips
Others gaze into disarmed eyes and journey,
plunging into the dilating depths of searching souls
Grounded by the repetitive rhythm of distant drumming
Our spirits do the talking
Grateful for the revealing grace of silent communion
We breathe into our hearts and share the lightness of laughter
We merge with the rooted energy of the perfumed pines