Can you see your dreams a head of you? Can you reach your arms out, stretching them forward as you dip the tips of your fingers into the whirl of colours that these dreams create?
Visualization techniques have been around for centuries, harking back to ancient times. Athletes continuously use this method to see the gold at the end of their journey. Equestrian show jumpers, as an example, study and walk the course prior to mounting their horse, picturing as they walk towards each jump, where and when they will ask their horses to move and fly.
To visualize is to imagine what is possible, if you believe, and if you try. Michelangelo explained it best when he said, “I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.” Visualization puts your imagination to work, it enables you to see the angel when others see nothing but stone.
A Vision Board…a collection of pictures, quotes, fabric, basically a grouping of anything and everything that connects you to where you want to go, or who you want to be…is a tool that can direct your mind, your soul really, allowing it to evaluate, and eventually to believe in the path you have laid out.
Cary Grant, one of old Hollywood’s charismatic leading actors wrote in his biography that he “pretended to be somebody I wanted to be and I finally became that person. Or he became me. Or we met at some point.” The Vision Board is a mantra for the eyes that plays repetitively in the back of your mind, until every layer of self opens and embraces the possibilities that lead to your new reality.
I already have a fair size vision board in my home office that holds not only my own dreams, but also those of my characters that are slowly emerging out of my work in process novels, but I felt that I needed a separate canvas that would present a deeper portrait of what I see for myself. I spent time in preparation as I browsed through some of my favourite magazines in search of pictures and colours that drew me in. The finding, the clipping and the sorting of pictures was soothing in itself and I ended up with a variety of themes piled on my table.
It wasn’t until I started laying one picture upon the other that the theme of colour married perfectly together showing clearly how my sub conscious was quietly asserting itself. My completed canvas presented a story of muted pastel colours that spoke of gentle elegant moments that I craved. I recognized the balcony, the books, and the whisper of silken fabric as if they were old friends, as if I had been there before, and perhaps I have.
Visualization is a magic I believe in.
Where are you going to let your visions take you?