Good evening and welcome to this sleep story,
The River Knows The Way.
A journey home to your intuition,
Your purpose,
And your peace.
Welcome,
Dear one.
You've arrived,
The day is done now.
And here,
In the quiet of the night,
You are safe to soften,
To release,
To return to yourself.
Let your body rest heavy.
Feel the bed hold you,
Like the earth holding its roots,
No striving.
No effort.
Just quiet belonging.
Allow your breath to slow,
Each exhale taking you deeper into the soft,
Dark arms of sleep.
There is nothing to do,
Nowhere to be,
Only in this moment,
Unfolding gently like a dream.
Tonight,
I'll take you on a journey,
Not far from here,
But just beyond the waking mind.
There is a path made of soft moss and moonlight.
You are standing at the edge of a forest,
A place you've known before.
The trees are tall and ancient.
You recognize them in a way that goes beyond memory.
They are keepers of something sacred.
Your roots,
Your rhythm,
Your return.
As you step into this forest,
The air changes.
It carries the scent of pine,
Of damp earth,
Of something old and magical.
Each step is easy.
It's quiet.
The forest welcomes you.
It knows your heart.
You follow a winding path down toward a glowing river.
Its water shimmers under the stars,
Moving slowly and peacefully,
As if whispering an ancient lullaby.
You kneel beside the river now.
Its surface reflects you,
Not just your face,
But your essence.
The you beneath the rolls and the worries.
The you who knows how to listen,
How to heal,
How to dream.
This river is your intuition.
It has never stopped flowing.
Even when the world was noisy.
Even when the way felt unclear.
The river was always here,
Waiting for you to remember.
You dip your hand into the water.
It is warm.
It's alive.
It's full of gentle knowing.
As it touches your skin,
You feel old stories begin to melt.
Stories of not enough.
Of running out of time.
Of needing to be somewhere else.
They dissolve like mist.
You hear a voice now.
Not outside of you,
But within.
This voice.
It's calm.
It's steady.
It's familiar.
You are on time.
You are on purpose.
You are already enough.
Let those words move through you.
The river invites you to lie down on its mossy bank now.
The stars overhead are brighter here.
You can feel your body soften completely.
You are being held between the earth and the sky.
As you rest,
The river sings.
It's song carries you through images.
A field of wildflowers growing effortlessly.
A circle of women sharing stories by firelight.
A young child walking barefoot through tall grass,
Laughing.
A wise woman in you,
Standing strong,
Rooted,
And radiant beneath the moon.
Each image is a thread of your soul.
Each one weaving back into your wholeness.
You are dreaming now,
Even while awake.
Your nervous system unwinds.
Your breath deepens.
And your heart,
Your beautiful heart,
Returns to its natural rhythm.
Let yourself drift.
There is nothing to figure out.
Nothing to become.
Only this remembering.
You are the forest.
You are the river.
You are the dreamer and the dream.
So let go now,
Completely.
Let sleep carry you gently into the deeper waters.
You are safe to rest.
You are free to dream.
And the river,
The river will keep singing,
Whispering your truth.
And guiding your way.
Even as you sleep.
