Settle now into stillness.
Let your body grow heavy.
Your breath slow and steady.
Gently close the eyes.
Imagine yourself standing at the edge of a quiet meadow just after twilight.
The last golden streaks of sunset are fading and above you a deep indigo sky begins to shimmer with stars.
Feel the soft earth beneath your feet.
Cool,
Steady and alive.
You are not alone.
Rigid approaches,
Robed in twilight,
Her presence both tender and strong.
In one hand she carries a lantern glowing with gentle flame.
In the other a cloak woven from starlight,
Mist and wildflower threads.
She looks into your eyes and smiles.
Seeing all you carry.
All your weariness,
All your effort.
All that still longs for rest.
Without a word she drapes her cloak around your shoulders.
You feel it settle over you.
Soft as moss.
Light as moonbeam.
Warm as the embers of a hearth.
Under her cloak you are safe.
Now,
Imagine lying down in a quiet grove.
Trees surround you like guardians.
And above the stars begin their slow wheel across the sky.
The scent of heather,
Lavender or rain kissed earth may rise around you.
With every breath feel yourself sinking deeper into the embrace of the land.
Into stillness.
Into peace.
Rigid sits nearby.
Tending a small flame through the night.
Her watchful love surrounds you.
Her healing light flows gently through your body.
Easing all tension.
Softening all ledges.
Let go.
Let the day fall away.
Let the dark be kind.
Let yourself be held.
You are under Brigid's cloak now.
You are safe.
You are whole.
You are home.
When you are ready,
Let the image fade and prepare to drift gently into sleep.
Or simply to rest a while in the silence.