Welcome,
It's Justyna here from Flight of the Phoenix Holistic Therapy and today I would like to invite you to this guided meditation,
Returning to yourself,
Titled I am free.
Freedom was always important to me.
I never wanted to feel helpless,
Powerless.
I always wanted to feel free to explore,
To seek,
To discover,
To have abundance of time,
Resources to do so.
Today I would like to connect with that energy of freedom.
This one is not just for you,
This one is for me,
To truly remind myself of who I am,
To connect to this true version of me.
It is my hope that it serves you as well.
Let us begin.
Close your eyes.
Let the outside world go quiet.
No one needs anything from you right now.
There's nowhere you have to be,
Nothing for you to do.
Just land in this moment.
Take a slow,
Deep breath in.
And as you exhale,
Imagine dropping the weight of the day.
All the expectations,
All the inner noise,
All the trying.
Just let it go.
Let it all fall to the ground.
Again,
Inhale deeply.
And this time,
Sigh it out.
One more time,
Inhale.
And sigh it out.
You can go as loud as you want to.
And with each breath,
Let it go.
With each breath,
Let your body soften.
Unclench your jaw.
Unfurrow your brow.
Notice your shoulders.
Maybe they've been holding the whole world.
Let them drop,
Inhaling and exhaling.
Let your belly expand with each breath.
No need to hold anything.
Just be.
You're not here to perform.
You're not here to fix.
You are here to remember who you really are.
You are safe.
You are held.
You are allowed to arrive just as you are.
Tired.
Raw.
Open.
Or guarded.
However you are,
It's okay.
It's enough.
You are enough.
Now imagine a gentle breeze on your face,
Warm,
Light.
You're standing at the edge of a wide,
Wide field.
The grass is tall.
The flowers are everywhere.
Sunflowers.
Daisies.
Tiny purple blossoms you don't know the names of.
And the sky.
The sky is massive.
Blue.
Open.
You step forward,
Barefoot.
The ground is soft under your feet.
The sun is kissing your skin.
No buildings.
No noise.
Just the sound of birds.
The whisper of wind.
You take another step.
And another.
And something inside you begins to shift.
You start to smile.
A real one.
The one that meets your eyes.
Not the polite one.
Not the I'm fine one.
The smile that belongs to your soul.
You stretch your arms wide,
Like wings.
You spin.
You're laughing now.
Not because someone said something funny.
Just because you can.
You are laughing.
Because it feels good to be alive.
You are moving.
Dancing.
Twirling.
Without fear of being seen.
You are weightless.
Unfiltered.
Unashamed.
No one here is asking you to be anything other than exactly who you are.
You belong to the wind.
To the sky.
To the earth.
You feel joy in your chest.
Not the kind that comes from a win,
Or approval,
Or perfect outcome.
A deeper joy.
The kind that comes when you remember,
This is who I am.
This is who I am.
This is who I am.
Now see her.
The version of you dancing in that field.
Hair wild.
Heart open.
Eyes full of light.
She doesn't carry the weight of guilt.
Shame.
Or trying to be enough.
She knows she's enough.
She doesn't second-guess her joy.
She claims it.
Step into her body now.
Breathe as her.
Move your fingers like hers.
Open.
Soft.
Relaxed.
Feel her presence in your spine.
Your chest.
Your breath.
You are her.
You've always been her.
She didn't disappear.
You just got tired.
You got busy surviving.
You remembering.
Say it with me.
Softly.
Even just in your heart.
I am her.
I am joy.
I am light.
I am allowed to feel this free.
I don't need to earn this feeling.
I am her.
I am this feeling.
You don't need permission.
You don't need proof.
You don't need to carry anyone else's expectations anymore.
Just be her.
Be here.
Let your breath deepen again.
Inhaling.
And exhaling.
Inhaling.
Stay with the feeling.
You might want to place your hand over your heart or your belly or both.
Breathe into the warmth of your skin.
This is your home.
This freedom,
This joy,
This truth.
You carry this with you now.
Not just here,
But wherever you go.
You are her.
You are the woman who laughs out loud.
Who chooses softness and strength.
Who gets to rest and still be worthy.
Who receives without guilt.
Who creates without asking for permission.
You are the woman who remembers.
When you open your eyes,
You will still be her.
But before you do,
Just breathe in one more time.
Let it fill your chest.
Let it crack you open in the best way.
And say one more time,
I am free.
I am enough.
I am already her.
And when you're ready,
Open your eyes.
Gently,
Slowly,
And carry her with you wherever you go.
