My mental place, my dream birth. This is where I go, when in labour, and relaxing with music through my contractions.
I always envision myself in a field of green grass. The sky is a pale blue, and there are a few wispy clouds painted onto the blue canvas of a sky. It is an absolutely beautiful day of 78 degrees. There is a very slight breeze. It’s not enough to chill, or make uncomfortable, but just enough to keep the air from feeling stagnant. The field has a hill to the left, and to the right it stretches on for miles. There are no fences. There is just beautiful, soft, green grass that softly brushes the ankle as you move through it.
Just above the bottom of the hill, there is a lone tree. A Weeping Willow. That is where I am. Laying in the grass. Looking up into the tree. Her branches reaching toward me. Offering her loving embrace. I am alone. I am completely at peace. There is no fear. There is no pain. There is only peace, love, and comfort.
That is my mental place. The place that I go to find peace when I’m stressed. When I’m sad. When I need to find myself. I go to the field, under the willow. That is my Heaven.