Tag: Imagination

Where?

Calensariel has just posted a question that immediately took me to my Place of Peace and Tranquility…

And always wanting to share this place, I simply had to post about it again…!

In my original post, I said…

I can see my place of peace and tranquility in my minds eye, whenever I focus on it. I’m immediately transported there when I shift my focus, and it feels as real as the place I am currently in in my physical reality. I can stay there for as long a time as I wish, or just ‘pop in and out’ for a quick refresher!

I’m surrounded by lots of different trees and plants and flowers. If I look in one direction, I can see the open ocean. Clear blue waters with white waves gently lapping the golden sandy beach. A clear blue sky is above, and the sun is lovely and warm. The beach is a short walk from the clearing where I am standing and the plant life seem to be holding themselves back so I can see the openness of the ocean.

When I turn slowly to my right, the forest becomes really dense, with a canopy over head with all of the leaves and vines and branches, and the wonderful smells from the forest are brought to me. It’s always a little cooler here, and it has the appearance as though the rain has just stopped. The freshness of the forest is invigorating and refreshing.

Continuing my rotation to the right, the plants give way once again, but this time to a cool rockface, with a small cave which is slightly hidden by a gentle waterfall. The sunlight is beaming through the treetops looking in this direction, and looking at certain angles I can see little rainbows being created in the spray off the waterfall. Beneath the waterfall is a small pool, and the water is so clear I can see my reflection in it whenever I walk over to it. And looking into the cave, into the darkness, I can see lights twinkling as though I’m looking into the night sky. I can hear the rhythmic cascading of the water from the waterfall and the sound from the waves from the ocean, and together the sound regulates my breathing, so I am ‘in tune’ with what is going on around me.

Turning further around to my right, the greenery is returning, and the forest is coming back into view. This side of the forest has lots of multi coloured leaves and flowers, as this side gets more sunlight than the other side, and the pool has a little stream that flows into this side of the forest. Occasionally, I catch a glimpse of a small animal drinking from the stream. And sometimes, the animal isn’t that small! I’m perfectly safe though, as this is my place of peace and tranquility.

And then I’m back looking out to sea again. A cool breeze takes away any uncomfortable heat I may feel, but the temperature is always just right. I’m never too hot or too cold, but the temperature does change slightly as the place is alive! Sometimes, the breeze is stronger, sometimes there is no breeze. Sometimes, the sun is just about to set, or rise, so it is a little cooler, but still a comfortable temperature. Sometimes, I can hear the rain falling in the forest, but I am always dry.

This is my own little paradise. It costs nothing to go there, I’m there in a split second, and my feel good batteries are recharged as soon as I get there!

I just love to feel good!

Need to know the question? Visit Lady C’s site to find out… the link is above.

I Can Always Start Again

Elijah was a hapless individual.

He couldn’t rattle chains as his hands simply passed through everything. He couldn’t make eerie groans as his voice didn’t reach the correct wavelength. He had no idea how to generate a ghostly glow whenever he was in anyone’s presence. And he was terrified of his own shadow.

One day, realisation hit home with Elijah. Ghosts shouldn’t have shadows.

He got over his fear, and started making his shadow move in all kinds of strange and sinister ways.

Cottingly Manor was hosting its Annual Masquerade Ball, and Elijah decided to pop along to try out his new found skill.

The ballroom was lit by thousands of candles, all flickering this way and that, casting shadows from the dancing partygoers all around the room.

“Perfect!” Elijah thought, and proceeded to cast his spooky shadows on the walls. Nobody noticed.

Who notices shadows in a candle-lit room?

Still Night

Shadows shifted as clouds moved in to cover the bright Moon above. Figures danced between the trees below the glow, hidden from the naked eye through the blinding light which tore through the night’s darkness, bringing tears to to the eyes of anyone who should look.

The night was silent.

Calm.

Still.

Echoes carried upon the water faded quickly, as did the occasional ripple upon the water’s surface.

Even the blood-curdling scream bore no effect upon the stillness of the night, although the figures danced within the shadows a little quicker, and the night itself became a little more dark.

Mummy!

“This place stinks!” Albert moaned as he became bored of traipsing around the museum.

“Shush!” Albert’s Mum reprimanded in a whisper. “That’s the smell of age. Hurry now, we’re leaving as they’re about to close.”

“Smells like cheese.” Albert sulked, as he stomped after his mother, but happy his ordeal was now over. He didn’t look back. If he had, he’d have seen the rotting bandaged-wrapped figure lurching through the hallway behind him, arms out-stretched.

The Wolf

The Crescent Moon shone brightly behind the wispy clouds that attempted to cover it. The sky beyond was a very deep blue, pierced by thousands of stars. Together everything pointed towards the very cold night ahead.

The man looked up to the Moon, watching his breath evaporate before him as he did so.

“At least the wolf will not be around tonight,” he thought as he hurried home, dashing through long-empty streets.

His vision was becoming clearer the darker it became. In the distance, he could see the stones on the road ahead. He knew the beast within was awakening.