It's not the right beach!

I've been listening to a taped visulation on the topic of self love. My counsellor thinks I need help in this regard and she's right. The tape is narrated by a lovely guy called Easton Hamiliton. Don't bother looking on the net, he's not there. Yet. In the visualisation, he asks me to conjure up a secluded beach with lots of tropical folliage. It's been difficult. I've been struggling with the beach which always has a dip in the middle that I can't flatten out and feel annoyed by. The sea is often too far away. In the early days I didn't try to make it realistic and opted for palm trees that bounced in time to the music, clouds of cotton wool and a cellophane sea underneath which was a sea animal band playing the background music. Hmm, maybe I should stick with this. This morning I just went for a grown up beach of my choice but it doesn't fit in well with Hamiliton's instructions. It's a finger of white sand, at the end of an island, with just a smattering of ground cover and a few palm trees. As I sit at the edge of the beach I look across the bay to two other islands. The water between them is, for the most part, shallow and clear. The other islands are hilly and wooded.