Good evening,
Beautiful.
Thank you so much for being here with me tonight.
Let your eyes close as you draw a deep,
Deep breath.
Let yourself release the air as you feel the hush of the room hold you in softness.
Allow your shoulders to soften and lower.
Your jaw release,
And your eyes grow gentle and heavy.
Feel your bed hold your weight as if the earth has risen to cradle you tonight.
There's nothing for you to do,
Nothing for you to plan.
There's only this quiet meadow waiting for you in the night.
Now,
See if you can imagine a wide open field,
Blanketed by tall grass that waves with the sigh of an evening breeze,
The sky above hums with dusks deep blue,
And all around you tiny lanterns flicker to life.
These are your fireflies,
They dance on invisible strings,
Dotting the meadow like fallen stars who choose to rise again just for you.
Count them softly.
One drifts near your shoulder,
Glowing gold,
Then dim,
Then gold again.
Two hover above your knee,
Their light pulsing with your breath.
Three pause on a blade of grass,
Steady and sure.
Breathe in,
And see four more gather at your feet,
Then exhale and watch five more waltz through the air.
A slow drifting ballet meant to calm your restless thoughts.
Keep counting,
And let the fireflies multiply gently.
Each tiny glow,
A small hello,
A hush whispered to your busy mind.
Fifteen,
There's no rush to reach a number,
No goal but to watch them flicker until your breath matches the hush of the meadow.
The air here tastes sweet,
Cool on your skin,
Smelling faintly of wildflowers and the night's quiet secrets.
The fireflies weave around you,
A living lullaby of light.
Feel how easy it is to let your thoughts dim,
Just like the flicker of their glow.
One thought fades,
A spark goes out.
Another worry drifts away,
A glow moves farther into the grass.
Stay here as long as you wish,
Counting these gentle lanterns in this soft,
Green ocean of calm.
Feel the earth beneath you,
Steady and patient,
Feel the night wrap you,
Safe among a thousand tiny stars that you alone can name.
No more counting needed now.
Only drifting,
Only breathing,
Only this meadow.
Only the hush,
Only sleep.
Namaste.
Beautiful.
