Welcome,
I invite you to find a comfortable position where your body feels supported.
Close your eyes or have a soft gaze and begin by taking a deep breath in,
Inhaling deeply through your nose,
Cool air flowing in,
Exhaling through your mouth,
Softly releasing anything that doesn't serve you.
Feel yourself starting to arrive more fully into this moment.
The outside world can wait.
This is your time.
Imagine that you have woken before dawn,
Unable to return to sleep.
Something within you stirs and so you rise.
Stepping outside the air greets you,
Cool,
Damp,
Alive with the scent of rain soaked earth and grass.
The ground feels soft beneath your feet,
The dew clinging to each blade of grass.
Mist curls low across the land,
Wrapping the world in a silvery veil.
You begin to walk.
The world is hushed,
Holding its breath.
In the distance,
The horizon glows faintly,
Soft strokes of gold and pink promising the sun's approach.
As you breathe you feel a staring of possibility,
A sense that answers may lie just ahead.
Your path carries you into a forest.
The trees rise tall and ancient,
Their trunks dark with moisture.
Bark rough beneath your fingertips if you choose to touch them.
The air here is rich with a scent of moss and pine needles,
Of damp leaves layering into the earth.
Your footsteps crunch softly echoing into the quiet.
Occasional droplets fall from the canopy above,
Tapping on leaves before slipping into the ground.
As you walk deeper,
Thoughts rise.
The reason sleep would not come.
Perhaps a choice that feels too heavy.
Perhaps uncertainty,
Crossroads in life.
Perhaps a quiet longing for action.
Here in this forest you allow those questions to surface.
You carry them gently,
Ready to seek guidance.
You pause in a clearing where the mist drifts between tree trunks.
The silence deepens,
Almost expectant.
You take a steady breath and inwardly whisper,
I'm ready to be guided.
I am open to clarity.
As you breathe out the air feels different,
Lighter,
Tinged with anticipation.
You hear a sound,
The faintest rustle of leaves,
And then from the mist,
A deer steps into view.
Its body is slender yet strong.
Its coat dapples with the morning dew.
Its eyes are luminous,
Reflecting both gentleness and quiet strength.
You notice the soft rise and fall of its breath.
The way the cool air turns white as it exhales.
There is a stillness about this creature,
A calm that feels ancient,
Timeless.
It does not speak,
But its presence carries meaning.
You sense it has come to walk with you,
To remind you that you're not lost.
The deer turns and you begin to walk together.
Each step feels lighter,
As if the burdens you carry are shared,
Lifted.
The air shifts,
Carrying the scent of fresh pine,
The dampness of soil,
The faint sweetness of wildflowers hidden in the undergrowth.
Your hand brushes against the ferns,
Cool and soft,
As you move along the path.
Inwardly you begin to share what rests on your heart.
You may whisper your uncertainty.
You may ask for help with a decision.
You may simply let the feelings rise.
Though the deer does not speak,
Its stillness is an answer.
It shows you that clarity does not always come in words,
But in presence,
In trust,
In the quiet courage to keep moving forward.
As you walk you notice what once felt heavy is loosening,
Softening.
Your heart feels lighter,
Your mind clearer.
The trees begin to thin,
Soft light spills ahead as the path widens.
You emerge at the forest's edge,
Where the land opens into a vast vista.
Fields stretch before you,
Valleys cradled by distant hills.
The air feels brighter,
Fresher,
As if you've stepped into possibility itself.
Behind you the forest symbolises confusion,
The shadows of indecision.
Before you the open view is clarity,
Vision,
Choice.
The horizon deepens with colour,
Streaks of orange,
Rose and gold swelling into brilliance.
Then slowly the sun rises,
Spilling golden light across the land.
You feel its warmth on your skin,
Its glow filling your chest,
Flowing through your arms,
Your legs,
Your whole being.
Every breath seems to draw enlightened self,
Cleansing,
Empowering,
Awakening.
Stay here for a moment,
Breathing in the sunrise.
With each inhale feel the clarity rising within you,
With each exhale feel doubt and indecision dissolving away.
Now whisper inwardly to yourself,
I am guided,
I am capable,
I trust the path unfolding before me.
You may even notice a quiet answer forming within,
A sense of knowing where once there was only confusion.
As the light grows,
The deer pauses beside you,
Its gaze meets yours,
Steady and reassuring.
You understand this guide will return whenever you call,
It's always near,
Within your heart,
A part of your own wisdom.
With quiet grace the deer turns and steps back towards the forest,
But its presence remains a living reminder of your inner strength.
You take a deep grounding breath in,
And slowly release it.
You begin to feel your body again,
The surface beneath you,
The stillness around you,
Your hands,
Your feet,
The rhythm of your own breath.
When you're ready,
Gently open your eyes,
Carry with you the warmth of the sunrise and the knowing that you are never truly alone,
You are guided,
You are capable.
Each day brings the freedom to begin again.
Namaste
