Settle into softness and ease with tonight's guided sleep meditation.
You are listening to Easy Autumn.
A cozy journey through the beauty of change.
And the comfort we may create for ourselves.
Along the way.
From your waking life.
To your sleeping life.
From one moment to the next.
We are always moving through little transitions.
I invite you to remember the freedom you have.
To move through them in the way that feels best for you.
Change is in the air.
As you find yourself in a moonlit autumn forest at the peak of the season.
Where mahogany,
Scarlet,
Copper,
And gold mingle with lingering green.
Beneath a marine blue sky.
Sweater weather has arrived at last and the cool crisp air carries the rich fragrance of fall as you follow a colorful path.
Toward a sanctuary tucked among the trees.
And in this haven.
All the coziest of cozy moments greet you with a promise of safety,
Comfort,
And the best sleep that autumn can bring.
It's time to dream away.
Welcome to Michelle's Meditation Sanctuary.
I am Michelle and I hope you think of me as a gentle guide.
And trusted friend.
Here to accompany you.
Through all the transitions,
Tiny and grand,
That make up a life.
This journey is for you alone to personalize.
As we drift along together.
And you take a moment to celebrate that you've made it through another day.
And to the other side of the threshold.
Brings you to a sweet bedtime routine.
Where everything exists to bring a sense of ease.
Without any pressure to find sleep.
That it will easily find you.
As you reunite.
In the cozy comforts.
Easy autumn.
Autumn has a beautiful way.
Of making transition visible.
It's rich and sensory.
You feel its dry coolness against your skin enlivening you.
You smell it in the earth.
Orchards ripe with apples.
Leaves falling,
Departing their sugary perfume.
As they settle on the forest floor.
The angle of the afternoon Sun changes and sunsets come sooner and richer in shades of tangerine and gold.
The world becomes different.
From one day to the next.
Inching its way toward a time for slowing down and somehow,
Every stage offers something worth experiencing.
And maybe you notice yourself changing with it.
Learning to adjust with the same grace,
Self-protection,
Softness,
And ease.
As your eyes grow heavier.
Feel the support beneath you.
Into the steady earth below.
And let this awareness bring a sense of freedom.
You are supported.
You change.
You are free to respond to each season of your life.
In the way that feels right for you.
Your life is a journey.
That is uniquely yours.
You decide.
How you sail through it.
There is freedom in meeting a moment.
As it is.
And then choosing what is best for you.
You may draw something closer.
When it brings warmth,
Meaning,
Love or joy.
You may create space and form boundaries that protect your peace.
You may change direction.
When another path begins to feel more like your own.
Your mind may shift as you do.
Responding to who you are.
And what you need in this moment.
There is ease in trusting yourself with these choices.
And there is also ease in simply observing.
As we venture to an autumn sanctuary of your choosing.
As comfort calls you closer.
Cozy.
For the sake of cozy.
Comfort.
For the pleasure of comfort.
Softness.
Because softness feels wonderful.
Allow my voice to travel with you as the light changes.
The leaves fall.
Fire glows and your own awareness.
Moves from the outer world.
Into the peaceful sanctuary within.
Your breath will lead the way.
As you find yourself.
Beneath a canopy of moonlit autumnal splendor.
The copper leaves flashing as the wind moves through the branches.
You wear a knit sweater.
Warm and high around your neck.
It may be a scar.
Being used for the first time this season.
Along with soft pants.
That are warm,
Yet lightweight.
Your soft cushioned shoes land on the patchwork tapestry of leaves.
Some dry and crunchy.
While others are still vibrant and freshly fallen.
Mahogany leaves all around you in a spiral.
And you reach out and watch one,
Effortlessly shifting.
East and west.
To and fro.
Before delicately landing on your palm.
Its waxy sheen reflects the opal light of the moon.
Cool to the touch.
Deep color.
Feels nocturnal.
Nightshade that promises quietude.
You twirl its stem between your cool fingers.
Watching it spin.
Like a pinwheel in your grip.
Tactile sensation soothes you.
Brings you back to your body.
And an ease you felt.
When life wasn't always so demanding.
Inhale deeply.
Filling your lungs with the fresh,
Crisp air.
Let out a sigh.
Watching as your breath.
Condenses in the night.
You continue to the forest's edge.
Clusters of fiery red maple leaves welcome you to a clearing in The earth inclines gradually.
As your legs carry you faithfully uphill.
You inhale deeply again.
Taking in the faint smell of wood smoke.
Becomes more pronounced with each step.
You let out a sigh.
Feeling your entire body release.
As you come upon your autumn sanctuary.
Perhaps it's a stone cottage.
Or a rustic log cabin.
Built a long time ago.
Or maybe it's a tiny storybook home.
Or a modern pine dwelling.
But blends in seamlessly with the forest.
A spiral of plum smoke.
Swirls up toward the wispy clouds.
Hover above.
The blue cast of night.
Cool silver moonlight.
Contrast the honeyed glow that pours from a bay window.
The window is the centerpiece.
Of this forest haven.
Curving out into the woods.
Holds many cushions.
Beloved resting spot.
With the puffiest pillows.
And fluffiest blankets.
This home calls to you.
Like nothing you've experienced before.
There's a new reassurance.
A sense you are exactly where you need to be.
And at the same time.
While you may be your most authentic self here.
Once you step across the threshold.
All worries and concerns dissipate.
This forest home.
As the power to shelter you.
From all the noise of the world.
And all the noise.
Of your mind.
You reach for the door.
And feel the cool metal of the handle against your palm.
Turning it until the latch releases.
With a satisfying click.
And the door swings inward.
Allowing the warmth of your autumn sanctuary.
To rush toward the coolness lingering on your cheeks.
The fragrance of the forest.
Follows you across the threshold.
Mingling with the scent of burning wood.
Cinnamon sticks.
Home.
As you close the door behind you.
Hearing the solid sound of it.
Settling into its frame.
Take a moment to appreciate.
Wonderful it feels.
To have arrived at this place.
Just for you.
Fire burns brightly in a stone hearth.
Its flames curling around split logs.
And illuminating the room.
And dancing bands of clover honey.
Shimmering gold.
You remove your shoes.
Placing your feet into soft slippers.
A thick woolen rug offers softness after the firmness of the forest path.
Fibers yielding beneath your soles.
As your body begins to recognize.
All the waves.
This place has been created for comfort.
Autumn lives here in texture.
And chenille blankets.
Folded over the backs of chairs.
Patchwork quilts and shades of mossy green mustard and wine.
And pillows covered in brushed cotton and velvet.
A basket overflows with even more blankets.
Their fringed edges.
Tumbling over one another.
In the kind of cozy abundance.
It might make you smile.
Because surely no one could ever require this many blankets.
But having them available.
Feels like a luxury.
Everything in this sweet haven.
Invites you to be cozy.
Just for the joy of it.
Because there is pleasure in softness.
And beauty in surrounding yourself.
Are the things that simply feel good.
Unwind a scar from around your neck.
Feeling the fabric skim beneath your chin.
Before slipping over your shoulders.
And hanging it on a coat tree.
You step into.
The small corner bathroom.
Change into your coziest leisure wear and you become increasingly aware of how everything feels against you.
The way the clothes brush against your skin.
The perfect sense of weight and containment.
You return to the main room.
You take in the beauty of your forest sanctuary.
Perhaps there are cathedral ceilings.
With exposed beams.
Adorned in twinkling lights.
Autumn-leaf inspired bows.
The colors represent fall at its ridges.
But also include your favorite hues of the season.
Maybe a resident pet or two is there.
Waiting for a chance to snuggle.
Greeting you.
A glint of joy in their eyes.
You make your way to the kitchen.
And create a warm dream.
Your favorite silky beverage of the season.
And then you return once more to the living room.
Each step bringing a sense.
Of how easy each moment can be.
Your awareness shifts to your body in the space.
And how it responds to comfort.
How hugged and cared for.
Your robe makes you feel.
You notice your hips and legs.
Delightfully heavy.
A sense of accomplishment settling in your muscles.
Your feet are grounded upon the thick that floats like a cloud.
The wooden floor.
The fire sends another wave of warmth through the room.
The occasional crash.
Fresh-cut logs.
Punctuates.
Your gaze turns toward the bay window,
And it is even more inviting from within.
Its deep bench.
Curves gently with the glass.
Creates a little sleeping alcove.
Extends like a dome within the forest.
Cushions or piles.
Generously against its back.
Deep enough.
To receive the full weight of your body.
As spacious as a bed.
The fluffy blanket.
You noticed through the window.
Waits beside a thick woven throw.
And a quilt whose stitched squares.
Seemed to contain every autumn color.
You passed beneath on your walk here.
As you settle into this beloved space.
Your fingertips travel.
Over the fabrics surrounding you.
Noticing the cool smoothness of velvet.
The soft braids of the knitted blanket.
You arrange the pillows beneath you.
Until your entire back is supported.
Allowing the cushions to conform around your shoulders.
The natural curve of your spine.
For drawing a quilt across your legs.
And adding the fluffy blanket over it.
Luxuriating in their combined way.
As they settle over your thighs and knees.
Around your calves and all the way to your feet.
Sitting close to the glass.
Faintest ribbon.
Crisp forest air.
Finds its way toward you.
Brushing your cheeks.
Into the tip of your nose.
Just enough coolness.
To make you appreciate the warmth.
Of so many things.
The glow of candles and the fire.
Reflect on the glass.
Jupiter outside.
And maybe your pet joins you.
Perhaps there is a stuffed animal.
Special item.
You most enjoy snuggling with.
From here.
You take it all in.
This easy autumn night.
Forest that fills nearly every inch of the view.
Transformed beneath the moonlight.
Yet as lush as ever.
With its rich colors.
Scarlet has deepened toward Garnet.
Copper leaves flash with metallic brilliance.
Whenever they turn toward the moon.
And honey gold has softened.
Into a deeper amber.
While the mahogany leaves appear almost velvety.
Against the deep blue sky.
Between the branches,
Stars emerge.
One by one.
Tiny points of silver.
Peering beyond the canopy.
As the firelight behind you.
Casts the faintest honeyed reflection.
Across the glass.
A breeze begins somewhere deeper in the woods.
And you can see its journey through the forest.
Before it reaches the trees nearest your window.
One canopy shimmering.
And then another.
Till the movement travels toward you.
In a beautiful way.
Leaves flutter upon their branches.
Flashing their lighter undersides.
Before several release at once.
Spiraling through the moonlight.
Drifting past the window.
Wandering paths.
Jewel-toned hues.
Take a deep breath of the cool air by the window.
As you release it.
With a long soothing sigh.
More leaves loosen from their branches.
Begin their descent.
Tumbling and turning.
Sailing outward.
Before circling back.
The breeze catches them.
Rather than falling.
All the way to the earth.
Several leaves lift again.
Carried upward.
By an invisible current.
And you watch with quiet fascination.
As they begin to gather.
Against the dark forest backdrop.
Copper meets gold.
Scarlet drifts beside aubergine.
And one by one.
The leaves find their places.
A word appears in the air before you.
Suspended between moonlit branches.
Bring you a message.
And mother nature's grand marquee.
E A S Y easy.
As you inhale.
Sip in the transformations of the night.
Along with this message.
Allowing the word easy.
Travel inward.
Every cell in your body responds.
Calmed by the ease of it all.
The ease of having nothing to do.
But be cozy.
Comfortable.
And relaxed.
With your next sigh.
Watch the letters loosen.
As easily as they form.
Each leaf.
Slipping away from the others.
And beginning its graceful descent.
Toward the forest floor.
Slow without a care.
Another breeze passes through the canopy.
Stirring a cluster.
Fiery mabel leaves sending them upward.
Through the lunar light where they mingle with metallic hues.
Arranging themselves into another message.
As the final leaf finds its place.
And the word becomes clear.
You draw another slow breath.
Into your lungs.
And receive the next message.
Arms.
A.
Say.
And that feeling of safety finds you.
Through your skin.
Your muscles.
To the very foundation of your bones.
Certain.
You are so very safe.
And you feel it arriving.
A gift from the sea,
Zen.
A promise.
From the sturdy walls of your haven from the fire that burns brightly.
From the warmth and softness.
All that surrounds you.
As you release another sigh.
The leaves scatter from their places.
Spinning lazily.
Toward the earth.
In a visual pattern.
And when you inhale once more.
The wind rushes through.
Gathers burgundy leaves from one tree.
And luminous saffron from another.
Drying them into a slow pirouette.
Turns beneath the moon.
Before settling into the shade.
Of a third word.
S O F T saw.
Become aware of your own softness.
Your soft breath your soft blankets.
Your softened thoughts.
Appreciate this chance.
To be soft and unguarded here.
Your nervous system welcomes the softness.
Settling into the reassurance.
Your surroundings offer.
Inviting you.
And simply relax.
You sigh again.
And the leaves flutter downward.
As they disappear.
Into the patchwork.
Covering the forest floor.
Another gathering has already begun.
With your next inhale.
Rising high in the sky to spell out.
Hey.
E.
Hey.
See.
Heaps.
You inhale this peace.
Feeling it within your heart.
It is so warm and open.
And choosing to protect this peace.
You now remember.
How valuable it is.
As you sigh.
The word breaks apart.
Into a shimmering shower of leaves.
Each one finding its own path downward.
Until the forest becomes still again.
Let these messages become part of you.
All-bringing.
A heady sense of sleepiness.
And now.
Nestled beneath the weight of blankets.
In this cozy window bed.
Allow your body to sink even deeper into the cushion.
As though this beloved resting place has been waiting all along.
To hold you through the night.
Feel the softness beneath your head.
The support along your back and spine and the warmth.
Surrounding your shoulders,
Hips,
Legs and feet.
While the slightest trace of cool night air continues to brush against your face.
Beyond the glass.
The forest carries on beneath the moon.
Leaves sparkling on their branches.
Before a few relieves.
Cyclone toward the earth.
When you close your eyes.
You simply imagine them falling.
Knowing the season.
Will continue changing while you sleep.
Asking nothing of you.
As you drift through your own easy transition.
From wakefulness into dreams.
With every inhale.
Sip in the peace of the sanctuary.
With every sigh.
Sink more comfortably.
Into its softness.
Adjusting your body to carry you.
The rest of the way.
Warm and safe.
Soft and supported.
Easy autumn.
Easy breathing.
Easy slumber finding comfort.
Finding serenity.
Finding ease.
Finding sleep.
It's time to dream away.
