Before we begin,
Let your eyes soften.
Not to shut the world out,
But to gently let it blur.
Let your breath move freely,
Like wind through open canvas.
Now imagine this,
You've been journeying,
Maybe not across a desert or mountains,
But through thoughts,
Worries,
To-do's,
Emotions.
The weight of it clings to you like dust.
And then you see it ahead,
An oasis.
Not just water in the distance,
But something far more rare.
A campsite already set up.
The fire is cracking low,
The lanterns are lit,
A place made just for you.
No one is waiting for you to arrive,
Because you're already expected,
This is your return.
As you step into this sacred place,
Feel the shift.
The air here is cooler and cleaner,
Palms sway overhead.
Canvas tents breathe gently in the breeze,
The earth beneath your feet is soft and steady.
You look around and know,
Everything here was prepared with care.
A hammock,
A seat by the fire,
A kettle steaming gently.
You don't need to earn this rest,
It's already yours.
The oasis exists within you,
It has always been here,
Waiting behind the noise.
You walk to the centre of this camp.
It might be a circle of smooth stones,
Or a worn rug under the stars,
Or simply a patch of earth that feels like home.
You sit down,
And you let your body settle.
Feel the support beneath you,
Solid and unwavering.
With your next breath,
You begin to notice something deeper,
A gentle golden warmth right behind your ribs.
This is your centre,
It pulses softly,
It doesn't speak in words,
It just is.
No matter how far you've wandered,
This is where you will always return.
This is who you are when nothing is trying to pull you in every direction.
Breathe into that place now,
Let yourself rest here,
With nothing to fix,
Nothing to perform,
Just present.
And as you rest here,
Repeat these affirmations gently,
Letting them echo through your oasis.
I am home within myself.
My centre is quiet,
Steady and unshakable.
I don't need to chase calm,
I return to it.
Everything I need to feel grounded is already inside me.
I remember who I am when I am still.
Now take one last look around this sanctuary.
Know that it will never vanish,
Even when the day gets loud or life pulls you away,
This oasis lives inside you.
Rise slowly,
Stretch if it feels good,
And feel the strength of being centred,
Not rigid but just rooted.
As you step back into the flow of your day,
Remember you are not scattered and you are not lost,
You are the calm in your own storm,
The tent in the wind and the fire that never fully dies,
You are already home.
