the days that followed I discovered that the regular
contemplation of beauty had a healing effect on the tense
muscles and organs of my body. Fatigue drained
away. Energy returned.
discovered something else, too. I wasn't bound by my
immediate surroundings in this practice. When a
storm came up, I could turn away from the ocean and relive
other peaceful, beautiful scenes from my past. As a
part of this therapy I visualized God as creator of this
beauty and pictured his master design in the change of
seasons, in the rhythm of life.
whenever I feel gripped by pressure and tension, I go
through this same procedure. I stop for several
minutes and remove myself from the activity at hand.
Then I bring up, from out of memory's storehouse, scenes
that have impressed me by their beauty, such as the time I
gazed upon Mont Blanc when the vast mountain was bathed in
moonlight. Or the radiant sun-kissed day when our
great white ship dropped anchor off Waikiki Beach.
Or that mystic evening when I first watched the purple
shadows fill the Grand Canyon to overflowing with
hush. Or that breathtaking morning when we awoke to
find that a quiet snow during the night had draped
everything outside our window in white.
practice never fails to have its therapeutic effect.
And when restless and troubled at night, seeking sleep, I
review these scenes until God's quietness overcomes me and
I drift into a sound and untroubled sleep.
relaxation and inner peace, of course, should never be an
end in itself. The idea is not to retreat from
life's responsibilities, but to build a quiet center
inside one's body and soul from which you emerge each
morning to enter vigorously into the day.
are the most beautiful scenes of your past life?
Create your own storehouse of memories, not only to help
you find rest and relaxation, but to have more energy for