Welcome,
Friend.
I light the candle for us.
Our journey has begun.
Eight hours lay ahead of us.
I will fill that time as companion with some gentle words,
Some music,
Some soundscapes.
So even when things are very quiet to allow you to rest,
I am still here with you.
Take as long as you need to get yourself settled and ready for rest.
You might plump your pillows or finish a drink.
Feel as comfortable and warm and held as you can be in your place of sleep.
Invite the day and its many thoughts to fall away like leaves falling to the earth.
Your breath,
Slow and effortless,
Rise and fall,
Rise and fall.
With every breath,
With every exhale,
We soften and release.
Letting the muscles of the face and jaw relax,
The eyelids grow soft and heavy.
Shoulders melt as we set down any weight we have carried today.
The spine easeful and the belly softens.
And our legs that have held us strong through the day,
We let them rest.
You are safe,
You are warm and you are welcome.
A winding forest path unfurls before you.
Soft soil under your feet.
Ferns and moths softening the edges of your vision.
And fireflies drifting like sparks caught in slow motion.
The path leads towards a very gentle hillside,
Round and mossy.
A door is set into the slope.
A warm light glows through circular windows.
A home nestled into nature herself.
Inviting,
Cosy,
Quiet.
The door is a circle as well.
It shines green.
And as you gently open this green,
Round door in the hillside,
Warm air greets you.
Scented with cedar wood.
Hot tea.
Moving inside and closing the door behind you.
Smooth wooden floors beneath your feet.
And curved beams above you.
Draw you into a beautiful space.
A fire whispers in the heart.
Comfortable chairs beside stacks of well-loved books.
No sharp edges.
No rush.
No hurry in this world.
Beyond this room,
You see another rounded door partly open.
This one opens to a little balcony nestled on the hills.
A single soft chair waits,
Strewn with velvet cushions and blankets.
A perfect view of the stream threaded through the trees.
You settle into the chair.
The balcony is roofed with ivy and old beams.
Letting the warm night air gently move through.
More fireflies sparkle above the stream.
Tiny lanterns dancing above gentle waters.
They seem to dance to words.
You belong here.
Rest is welcome here.
The stream murmurs over smooth stones.
The rhythm of the forest matches your breath.
Leaves turn silver beneath moonlight.
Soft glowing light shines.
The moon is cascading from within and shining in the forest.
The moon and the fireflies.
Gentle soft lights surround you and haunt you.
Each breath is longer.
The body remembers how to sleep.
How to let go.
How to drift in the night breezes.
Rest restores me.
Slow and bright.
Silent sparks in the dark.
Guiding the breath deeper and deeper into ease,
Into sleep.
I am safe.
Stream hums softly.
The lullaby of stone and water.
Each ripple smoothing thought.
Each ripple slowing time.
The chair surrounds you.
The blankets move.
Your body sinks and settles.
Silver light.
Through tree trunks.
Time becomes gentle.
Rest restores me.
Sleep renews me.
Whispering.
Silent sparks in the dark.
Guiding the breath deeper and deeper into ease.
I am safe.
I am health.
Stream hums softly.
The lullaby of stone and water.
Each ripple smoothing thought.
Each ripple slowing time.
The chair surrounds you.
The blankets move.
Your body sinks and settles.
Silver light paints the leaves and branches.
Silver light through tree trunks.
Time becomes gentle.
Rest restores me.
Sleep renews me.
Dream breath slow.
Fireflies drifting.
Stream whispering.
Sleep deepening.
Nothing rushed.
Fireflies drifting.
Silent sparks in the dark.
Guiding the breath deeper and deeper into sleep.
I am safe.
Stream hums softly.
The lullaby of stone and water.
Each ripple smoothing thought.
Each ripple slowing time.
The chair surrounds you.
The blankets move.
Your body sinks and settles.
Moonlight paints the leaves and branches.
Silver light through tree trunks.
Time becomes gentle.
Rest restores me.
Sleep renews me.
Dream breath slow.
Fireflies drifting.
Stream whispering.
Sleep deepening.
Nothing rushed.
Fireflies drifting.
Slow breath.
Guiding the breath deeper and deeper into sleep.
I am safe.
Stream hums softly.
The lullaby of stone and water.
Each ripple smoothing thought.
Each ripple slowing time.
The chair surrounds you.
The blankets move.
Your body sinks and settles.
Moonlight paints the leaves and branches.
Silver light through tree trunks.
Time becomes gentle.
Rest restores me.
Breath slow.
Fireflies drifting.
Stream whispering.
Sleep deepening.
Slow breath.
Silent sparks in the dark.
Guiding the breath deeper and deeper into ease.
I am safe.
Stream hums softly.
The lullaby of stone and water.
Each ripple smoothing thought.
Each ripple slowing time.
The chair surrounds you.
The blankets move.
Your body sinks and settles.
Moonlight paints the leaves and branches.
Silver light through tree trunks.
Time becomes gentle.
Rest restores me.
Breath slow.
Whispering.
Morning light.
Glimmers through the trees.
Fireflies dance into fading night.
The stream still sings.
You stretch and rise perhaps.
Journeying once more.
Beneath the hill through the round door.
A warm cup is waiting for you.
And perhaps a page of a new book of great adventures.
Peace carried into waking.
And rest carried into day.
Silent.
