As a dreamer, that is both a night and day dreamer, I have been almost obsessed with the idea of creative visualization. When I was thirty years younger, I collected enough visualization books to fill an entire 4 foot shelf. The topics included everything from chakras to interpretation and dialogues to scenic environments. I told myself I was using creative visualization to attain success in the so-called important things in life, but I ended up using it more as an escape from life than anything else. I suppose that in the long run I have drawn some value from it. For example, it gave me a chance to de-stress, unwind, and gain some insight into the workings of my own mind. I have often wondered if such things make me self-centered or simply more enlightened. Perhaps it has been a little of both.
My favorite visualization is my quiet place. This is the place I have carefully put together and decorated to my tastes. As instructed in one book, I put all my senses into it. There is the scent of flowers, rain and old books, the sounds of various birds and frogs, the surroundings that give me joy, and the full sense of the variety of textures. I am hesitant to describe it in too much detail. It feels as though if I do, I am allowing you to enter. This is MY place. Well, aside from the people I invite to sit and drink coffee with me. I love the one on one time -- the discussions I have had with my deceased father, the philosophical talks I have had with Pope John Paul III (by the way, I am not Catholic), the arguments/insightful talks with friends. I love to dialogue and there is something about utilizing the personalities and minds (what I know of them, anyway) to come to a resolution or realize there are no solutions… and that is usually okay.
I do not visit my quiet place as often as I used to. The last time I was there, vines had covered it and dust had settled everywhere. A good clean-up is overdue. That will take some extra time. I shall create a broom and sweep the floors. Shake the rug. Clean the window. The flower bed needs to be weeded. Perhaps replanted. But the vines can stay. I love vines. I’ll add a trestle and pull them away from the window so I can watch the sun set.
If I can remember where it is, of course. Lately I have been getting lost along the way.
KK Domanski
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