More Guided Imagery- Weightlessness

***Written sometime in Spring '08***
   

         The leaves are delicately rustled by a breeze composed entirely of your worry. Your worries drift away to far off lands, leaving you with a feeling of weightlessness that you've never experienced before. Without worries, you are no longer anchored to the ground. Even gravity has lost all effect over you. Clouds shaped like wispy cotton balls sail by. The rays that stream from the sun feel tangible against your warm skin, floating along your legs and arms, their sole mission to keep you warm. You lay on the soft grass, grass with blades specially designed to cushion every contour of your body. You hear the frail chirps of birds, newly hatched as a tribute to spring, a new beginning. You stare around you at the awe-inspiring variety of trees, the distinct shades of green mesmerizing you, pulling you in closer and closer--forcing you to part with the heavy baggage you always carry with you. Baggage that contains pain, unfulfilled desires, fear, and sorrow. As the green grass and the green leaves hypnotize you, they force you to clear your mind of all the thoughts that have thus far inhibited you. You are finally able to see everything clearly. There is a new crispness, a new edge to everything. The world comes to you in images sharper than you've ever seen before, the leaves of the trees aren't just green. Rather now you can see the other hues. The sparkling jades, the dull moss, the pine and dark forest greens, mixed with the drab olives and the vivid emeralds and harlequin greens intertwined within the various branches of the trees. The blue of the sky is no longer the stereotypical sky blue found in a Crayola box, but rather a cool icy azure. The clouds that drift by lazily, are white with splotches of gray, set awash by the almost translucent yellow light from the golden sun. The trees continue to rustle, each draft of wind carrying your worries further and further away. You begin to feel lighter. A squirming black bird catches your eye. High in the trees it uncomfortably stretches its wings. The breezes seems to envelope the bird, just as you realize the black bird is a physical embodiment of all that has ever inhibited you. Slowly, it expands its wings majestically and soars off into the sky. Higher. Higher. Higher. Disappearing far off into the distance, until it turns into a black shadow of oblivion, unimportant. Freeing you from everything. Releasing your soul that has been held captive. Now you are free.