You have just spent a good moment with someone.
And yet.
.
.
As soon as each of you returns to the course of your own life.
Something tightens inside you.
You would like to prolong the conversation.
To know when you will see each other again.
And to know whether what you shared also matters to the other person.
Sometimes,
Just a few hours apart are enough to awaken the fear of abandonment.
This fear can return even though you know deep down.
That the other person simply has their own day to live.
Last week,
We took the time to recognize this inner alert.
And to listen to the need it was hiding.
Tonight.
I would like to go a little further with you.
When a bond is alive.
It also goes through moments when you see each other less.
And when you speak less.
This distance can give rise to uncertainty.
By itself.
It does not tell you what the other person feels.
Nor what will become of the relationship.
Can learn to live this interval with more calm.
Keeping within you the trace of the moments truly shared.
Room for your own life.
This is what this second meditation invites you to experience.
Let us now return to our meditation.
Which I recommend you practice for at least 30 consecutive nights.
This regularity can make the experience more familiar.
And now.
Settle into your bed.
The meditation will begin shortly.
Close your eyes.
First,
Bring your attention to your heels.
Feel their contact with the mattress.
Take a first inhalation.
The air enters.
Your body receives this movement.
As you exhale.
Your toes loosen.
Than your ankles.
You can stay there for a moment.
Long enough to feel that this contact remains between one exhalation and the next inhalation.
Relaxation spreads into your calves.
Their weight is distributed over the bed.
From the back of your knees down to your heels.
Your knees find a natural position.
Your thighs settle in turn.
The mattress supports them along their entire length.
Let your pelvis yield to this support.
Sometimes there is a very slight shift in weight.
A way for your body to understand that it can allow itself to be held.
You have no movement to produce for this to happen.
Your back meets the mattress more broadly.
Feel your lower back.
Than your upper back between your shoulder blades.
Take a second inhalation.
Your belly rounds slightly as the air enters.
Then regains its softness as you exhale.
A brief interval may follow.
Even then.
Your body remains supported.
The next inhalation comes naturally.
Your chest can become calmer.
While your shoulders gently descend.
Your arms rest against the bed.
Your elbows release.
Your forearms too.
All the way to your wrists.
Your hands no longer need to stay ready.
Your fingers find their shape.
One by one.
A very slight warmth may appear in your palms.
Or simply the precise sensation of their weight.
Welcome whatever is here tonight.
Now.
Let your throat soften.
Your neck yields some of its effort to the pillow.
Your jaw loosens.
Your cheeks rest.
Your forehead grows more peaceful.
Behind your eyelids,
Your gaze can also rest.
Take a third inhalation.
Feel your whole body.
From your heels up to your face.
As you exhale,
It settles in one continuous peace.
The air enters and leaves at its own rhythm.
The bed receives you completely.
While your body remains at rest.
Allow your unconscious to open.
A sensation may appear.
Than a shape.
A bit of light.
Let the image become clearer at its own pace.
And now imagine on your inner screen.
You find yourself on a terrace of pale stone.
Under your feet,
The slabs hold the warmth of the day.
In some places a little grass grows between them.
Below,
A few trees surround houses with lit windows.
The air carries a scent of warmed earth.
Look around you.
This terrace is wide enough for you to walk there freely.
Have just finished a conversation with someone dear to you.
The phone rests beside you.
Let a real exchange come back.
Gentle enough to accompany you tonight.
Recall a precise detail.
A word received.
A laugh.
And the way they listen to you.
Which moment from this exchange returns to you most clearly?
Now each of you goes on with your evening.
In front of the phone lying there.
A contraction may arise in your belly.
Your throat.
Or elsewhere.
You would like this closeness to last a little longer.
The silence suddenly seems larger than the terrace.
Stay a moment with this sensation.
With the slabs under your feet.
And the air around you.
If it becomes too strong.
Move the image a little farther away.
Find again the contact of your body with the bed.
Perhaps your fingers would like to pick up the phone.
To obtain a sign.
Right away.
This urge is there.
You also feel the weight of your feet on the stone.
You have nothing to decide in urgency.
A detail of your conversation returns to you.
And intonation.
A sentence.
And a look if you were together.
Let this memory arrive.
Then listen again to the silence of the terrace.
Pause.
At the edge of the terrace.
A wide slab has received the sun all day long.
You squat down.
Place your palm on it.
The stone is still warm.
Even though the sun has left this place.
You let your hand rest there.
Under your skin.
The warmth is real.
Has remained in the stone after the sun's departure.
Come back for a moment to your conversation.
The voice.
The laughter.
The words you chose to keep find a place beside this warmth.
What do you feel when you let this exchange exist?
Even in the silence that follows it.
Take the time to discover it.
Without inventing the rest of the story.
Under your palm.
A very fine vibration begins to run through the stone.
You can feel it in your fingers.
Than along your arm.
A gentle brightness appears between the slabs.
In the midst of this sensation.
An inner call rises up.
As clear as an intuition.
Go and see where this light leads.
You do not yet know what it will show you.
And yet your eyes are already following it.
Your feet want to get up.
You lift your hand off the slab.
The stone keeps its warmth.
Your palm keeps the trace of it.
The light moves forward between the stones of the terrace.
You follow it with your gaze.
It goes to a low wall at the far end.
Where a door appears that you had not noticed.
It is made of weathered wood.
With a copper handle polished by many hands.
You stand up.
The phone stays by the slab.
You can pick it up later.
For now,
You are going to see this door.
You walk over the stones.
One slab after another.
A breeze brushes your face.
When you arrive in front of the wall.
You place your hand on the handle.
The copper is cool against your fingers.
The door offers barely any resistance.
Then opens toward you.
On the other side,
Your feet rest on smooth floorboards.
The door closes gently behind you.
A lamp lights a wooden table.
Near an open window looking out onto the evening.
A chair is waiting for you.
You recognize a room from your life.
A little further on in time.
The fresh air touches your face.
Person dear to you is spending this evening somewhere else.
On the table your phone does not light up.
Your hand wants to check.
Your chest tightens.
The line of light you followed on the terrace slides under the door.
It crosses the floorboards and stops near the window.
You follow it.
A console reveals itself in the dim light.
Made of pale glass and copper.
Two luminous grooves each hold a slider.
The first reeds.
Fear of being abandoned.
Its light rises very high in jerks.
The second reads.
Trust.
Its light barely shines.
This console makes visible what is happening within you here.
In front of the silent phone.
You touch the first slider.
The copper is cool.
Move it down slowly.
To the place that feels right for you.
With each movement.
The light stops trembling.
The inner alarm slows down.
Your chest loosens.
Your feet rediscover the firm contact of the floor.
Take the time to feel the difference.
Your hand reaches for the slider of trust.
You lift it.
At your own rhythm.
A clear light is born under your fingers.
Fills your arms.
Then moves forward in regular waves through your body.
Its vibration descends all the way into your legs.
Your posture changes.
Your gaze lifts.
The room seems to brighten from within.
The colors of the evening return to the window.
Choose the intensity that feels right for you.
And stay there for a few moments.
Look again at the table.
The phone is still silent.
The other person is still elsewhere.
A thought returns.
What if they forgot me?
Your belly tightens for a moment.
You also feel the clear vibration in your legs.
And the stability of the floor.
Without touching the console again.
You see the light of fear remain low.
The thought passes.
You gently turn the phone face down on the wood.
Next to it.
A book lies open.
You sit in the chair.
The fabric supports your back.
A sentence catches your attention.
Than another.
You turn the page.
A little later you look at the screen.
Still mute.
Worry brushes your chest.
Then you feel trust holding.
Without needing to adjust anything.
You return to the book.
And enjoy finding the thread of the story.
When the moment comes to close the book.
You place it on the table.
You take a few steps toward the window.
The evening air touches your forehead.
And your shoulders.
Behind you.
The console glows softly.
Trust is still circulating within you.
Other person is living their evening.
You are living yours.
And the bond remains alive between these two spaces.
Stay with this sensation for a moment.
Let this evening grow lighter.
The door.
The table.
And the window gently move away.
On the console,
The glow of fear fades even more.
The light of trust remains for a moment in your hands.
The outlines of the place slowly blend away.
You keep what does you good.
While the rest merges with the night.
Your body returns to rest.
You are now lying in your bed.
Your head rests on the pillow.
Your back is welcomed by the mattress.
And the sheet perhaps brushes the tips of your fingers.
Your breathing continues its course all on its own.
The room is quiet around you.
In your hands there remains a very gentle brightness.
As if the trust found tonight also knew how to reach you here.
It softly lights your rest.
Perhaps you still see.
Behind your eyelids.
A bit of light between two slabs.
Than the page of the book.
Lit near the window.
The images now come in a different order.
The softness in your hands becomes more diffuse.
Like a glow that accompanies these images and crosses your dawning sleep.
In this half-sleep.
The page remains open.
And the words are resting.
On the other side of the window.
The evening continues somewhere.
Peacefully.
Here you have your place.
The bond that matters to you also keeps its own.
The light of your home.
And that of another.
Shine in the same night.
One exhalation comes.
Than a silence.
Than the next.
Your body knows the path to sleep.
The small clear line reappears for a moment at the edge of the dream.
It passes over the stone.
Over the wood of the table.
And over the fold of the sheet.
Its glow grows softer each time.
Soon.
A quiet sensation remains in the hollow of your hands.
Along with this trust that breathes with you.
Shapes can pass.
Free and light.
Sleep approaches at its own pace.
While this softness remains within you.
And now.
If you are not asleep yet.
Please repeat the following positive affirmations until you fall asleep.
Conscious will then take over.
I can fully live the space between two meetings.
My heart keeps the trace of the moments we shared.
How is it that I find my place again so easily?
I live fully at my own rhythm.
A relationship can have both space and warmth.
My body recognizes the gestures of affection received.
I choose to live my evenings fully.
How is it that my breath soothes me so much?
I find calm in the moments when each of us lives our own life.
Closeness also grows in freedom.
I keep a bright place for my own life.
How is it that my bonds become more flexible?
I savor the exchanges that have truly taken place.
My heart opens to peaceful affection.
I allow myself to enjoy my time.
Each shared moment finds its place within me.
How is it that I feel freer to love?
I rediscover my own desires over the course of the evening.
My life remains rich between two meetings.
I feel a gentle trust in my relationships.
How is it that I handle distance so well?
I give my connections the space to grow.
My body rediscovers the pleasure of being here.
I recognize the warmth of sincere relationships.
How is it that I better taste the present?
I choose my actions from a calm inner space.
The affection I have lived nourishes my heart tonight.
I let the night welcome my trust.
During my sleep.
My unconscious deepens this calm.
I fall asleep while keeping the softness of this bond.
I can fully live the space between two meetings.
My heart keeps the trace of the moments we shared.
How is it that I find my place again so easily?
I live fully at my own rhythm.
A relationship can have both space and warmth.
My body recognizes the gestures of affection received.
I choose to live my evenings fully.
How is it that my breath soothes me so much?
I find calm in the moments when each of us lives our own life.
Closeness also grows in freedom.
I keep a bright place for my own life.
How is it that my bonds become more flexible?
I savor the exchanges that have truly taken place.
My heart opens to peaceful affection.
I allow myself to enjoy my time.
Each shared moment finds its place within me.
How is it that I feel freer to love?
I rediscover my own desires over the course of the evening.
My life remains rich between two meetings.
I feel a gentle trust in my relationships.
How is it that I handle distance so well?
I give my connections the space to grow.
My body rediscovers the pleasure of being here.
I recognize the warmth of sincere relationships.
How is it that I better taste the present?
I choose my actions from a calm inner space.
The affection I have lived nourishes my heart tonight.
I let the night welcome my trust.
During my sleep.
My unconscious deepens this calm.
I fall asleep while keeping the softness of this bond.
I can fully live the space between two meetings.
My heart keeps the trace of the moments we shared.
How is it that I find my place again so easily?
I live fully at my own rhythm.
A relationship can have both space and warmth.
My body recognizes the gestures of affection received.
I choose to live my evenings fully.
How is it that my breath soothes me so much?
I find calm in the moments when each of us lives our own life.
Closeness also grows in freedom.
I keep a bright place for my own life.
How is it that my bonds become more flexible?
I savor the exchanges that have truly taken place.
My heart opens to peaceful affection.
I allow myself to enjoy my time.
Each shared moment finds its place within me.
How is it that I feel freer to love?
I rediscover my own desires over the course of the evening.
My life remains rich between two meetings.
I feel a gentle trust in my relationships.
How is it that I handle distance so well?
I give my connections the space to grow.
My body rediscovers the pleasure of being here.
I recognize the warmth of sincere relationships.
How is it that I better taste the present?
I choose my actions from a calm inner space.
The affection I have lived nourishes my heart tonight.
I let the night welcome my trust.
During my sleep.
My unconscious deepens this calm.
I fall asleep while keeping the softness of this bond.
I can fully live the space between two meetings.
My heart keeps the trace of the moments we shared.
How is it that I find my place again so easily?
I live fully at my own rhythm.
A relationship can have both space and warmth.
My body recognizes the gestures of affection received.
I choose to live my evenings fully.
How is it that my breath soothes me so much?
I find calm in the moments when each of us lives our own life.
Closeness also grows in freedom.
I keep a bright place for my own life.
How is it that my bonds become more flexible?
I savor the exchanges that have truly taken place.
My heart opens to peaceful affection.
I allow myself to enjoy my time.
Each shared moment finds its place within me.
How is it that I feel freer to love?
I rediscover my own desires over the course of the evening.
My life remains rich between two meetings.
I feel a gentle trust in my relationships.
How is it that I handle distance so well?
I give my connections the space to grow.
My body rediscovers the pleasure of being here.
I recognize the warmth of sincere relationships.
How is it that I better taste the present?
I choose my actions from a calm inner space.
The affection I have lived nourishes my heart tonight.
I let the night welcome my trust.
During my sleep.
My unconscious deepens this calm.
I fall asleep while keeping the softness of this bond.
You
