Here is another meditative reverie. The point behind these reverie posts is to give the readers a little bit of an interlude. To read something mellow and relaxing about nature. For those of you who are new to this blog- the reverie posts are like a playlist or an image to get lost into.
For this reverie post, I have chosen the idea- “what if you fell into an impressionist painting?”
I was listening to Clair de lune by Debussy yesterday while looking at Claude Monet’s paintings and it gave me this idea. I know that it is a bit obscure. But as I was looking at his paintings I just thought to myself “what if I could just fall into these paintings?”
(BTW, if there is a painting that you find mesmerizing please leave it in the comments. I would love to check it out.)
I hope you enjoy it.
As always think of yourself as the ‘I’ in the story.
And although you don’t have to, still, I will suggest, that you play Clair de lune when you read this.
Reveries #5: You have fallen into an impressionist painting
There is a wispy haze where the clouds meet the foam in the water, everything is placed strategically from the ripples to the leaves. Everything is pristine like those Waterlillies. They bloom as the reflection of the lavender sky falls on the water. There are so many colours but they are all also one. Everything is falling in place and blending together.
Time stands still and so do I. I have fallen into this world and now I am in it. In the depth of a tranquil picturesque paradise.
I walk around this little pond to see my reflection look back at me with eyes so deep.
I am lost in this paradisiacal serenity.
There is nothing here and absolutely everything. The birds sing some couplets of essential melodies that only nature can write. The wind flows but only gently. The wind is strong enough to tousle my hair but gentle so the waterlilies remain untouched.
The sky is soft, there is no indication of rain, If it rains it only rains in colour. The trees stand tall, but their branches lean in and gently touch the water.
Every now and then I can hear the soft babbling of a distant brook, while my pond stays silent, just blooming waterlilies. Time stands still but nature is moving in this image. Day turns to night and the waterlilies are now a creamy white, colour, they are lit up by the glow of the moon. The moon lights up this serene image and I don’t know how much time has passed in my world outside this dreamscape.
But I find myself protected and serene in this whimsical scenery. Just like this, I want to fall asleep and wake up tomorrow to see the golden sunrise casting its spotlight on those waterlilies.
I guess I don’t remember when I fell asleep and when I came to, but I have woken up in the real world with petals beside me.
The world will carry on but that beautiful reverie will stay suspended. In case I fall into it again no beautiful detail will have changed.
Features Image- Water lilies by Claude Monet painting