I am very happy to be with you again tonight.
Tonight.
We are going to accompany menopause.
Not correct it or fight it.
Simply accompany it.
Restless nights.
Waves of heat that rise without warning.
A fatigue unlike any other.
Your body is not failing.
It is changing season.
Tonight.
We will not ask anything of it.
We will not fix anything.
We are going to offer it freshness.
Rest.
And gentleness.
This session accompanies your passage.
It never replaces the medical follow-up that your body deserves.
First of all,
Prepare your sleeping space.
Tonight.
If possible.
Leave the room a little cooler than usual.
Open a window.
Turn down the heating.
Or place a cool cloth on your bedside table in case you need it.
Let the air circulate freely around you.
Let your skin breathe.
Your arms are alongside your body.
Your palms facing upwards.
Open.
Offered to the coolness of the air.
And let your jaw relax.
As if it had nothing left to hold.
I recommend that you practice this meditation.
For at least 30 consecutive nights.
This is the time needed to reprogram your unconscious.
So that a new message settles in deeply.
Night after night.
And if you fall asleep during the practice.
That is completely normal.
Do not worry.
Your mind keeps listening while you sleep.
Settle comfortably into your bed.
The meditation will begin shortly.
Now imagine that a golden honey.
Thick and warm.
Begins to flow very slowly from the top of your skull.
It is a living honey.
Fragrant.
Luminous.
That slides with infinite slowness.
It first touches the top of your forehead.
And wherever it passes.
Everything becomes numb with pleasure.
The forehead smooths out.
The lines that the day has carved there fade under this golden flow.
The honey descends over your temples.
Wraps your eyelids in a warm veil.
And your eyes stop searching for anything behind their closed lids.
There is nothing more to see.
Nothing more to watch over.
Only this thick softness that covers every centimeter of your face.
With the patience of a gesture that no one is rushing.
The honey reaches your cheeks.
Who knows?
It flows into the hollow of your neck with such slowness that time itself seems to slow down to let it pass.
Your throat relaxes.
Your shoulders.
Which you may have been holding a little too high without realizing it.
Finally.
Drop.
Released by this warm layer that wraps them like a shawl forgotten since childhood.
The honey continues its descent along your arms.
So slowly that you can feel every millimeter of skin it covers.
It reaches your elbows.
Your wrists.
And when it touches your open palms.
It settles there like a warm,
Golden offering.
Scented with ancient flowers.
Now this luminous honey flows over your chest.
Over your belly.
Over your hips.
It enfolds your pelvis with a particular tenderness.
As if it knew that this area needs to be honored tonight.
Where there was tension.
It lays down calm.
Where there was disordered heat.
It brings a soft and steady warmth.
It descends along your thighs.
Your calves.
And when it reaches the soles of your feet.
Your entire body is covered with this living gilding.
And under this cocoon.
Your body no longer needs to do anything.
It can simply be.
Now feel your entire body.
In one piece.
From the top of your skull to the soles of your feet.
One single weight.
One single warmth.
One single very slow breath.
There is nothing more to hold.
Nothing more to watch over.
And now.
Allow your unconscious to open.
Like a door pushed without a sound in a sleeping house.
And now.
Imagine on your inner screen a hill.
At the hour when day is tipping over.
You are standing there.
At the very top.
Dusk is here.
Vast and gentle.
And the sky slowly shifts from pink to mauve.
Under your feet.
The Earth is still warm.
It has absorbed the sun all day long.
And now it gives this warmth back from below,
Generously.
Like someone who finally exhales what they have been holding in since dawn.
And all around you.
As far as the eye can see.
Wild time.
Dense clumps.
Gnarled.
Resilient.
Whose stems barely bend in the still evening air.
You take one step.
Than another.
And with each step.
Your feet crush the aromatic herbs.
And a wave of fragrance rises towards you.
Intense.
Warm.
Almost peppery.
The time releases its oil into the warmth of dusk.
And this smell fills you like a memory of something you have not yet lived.
You bend down and pick a sprig between your fingers.
The stem is woody.
Resistant.
The wood of a plant that has survived every summer.
Every drought.
And when you rub it between your thumb and index finger.
The scent that escapes is so dense.
It seems to hold all the sun of the day in a few millimeters of leaf.
Lower down.
A rosemary bush spreads its gray branches.
And its scent mingles with that of the time.
Crickets begin their song in the grass.
Are soft.
Patient chirping that measures time in breaths.
And suddenly.
Something moves at the level of your hand.
A grey moth.
Sturdy.
With wings beating so fast that they are no longer visible.
A hummingbird hawk moth.
It hangs in the air in front of a time flower.
Perfectly still in flight.
Its long proboscis unrolled.
And it drinks.
Then it glides to another flower.
And it never lands.
You remain motionless so as not to frighten it.
And you realize that your own breath has slowed down to match its rhythm.
Around you.
In the last light.
A faint bluish mist floats just above the clumps.
It is the essence of time evaporating into the cooling air.
The entire hill exhales its fragrance.
And for a few minutes only.
This perfume becomes visible.
That hour.
And at no other.
In front of you.
The hill slopes gently down towards a valley that is growing darker.
The last rays of the sun caress the ridges in the distance.
You are up high.
Not a height that isolates.
A height that gives an overall view.
From here you see far.
You see wide.
And this perspective is only possible because you have climbed up here.
The years have carried you to this summit.
And the panorama is vast.
I invite you to repeat inwardly after me.
Everything I have lived has led me to this height.
You sit down on the dry,
Warm earth.
A new wave of time rises around you.
The heat of the ground passes through the skin.
Passes through the muscles.
And settle somewhere in the hollow of your pelvis.
A warmth that does not surprise.
That does not disturb.
A warmth that rises from below.
From the earth.
As if it had always been there.
It is no longer a surge that overwhelms.
It is a gentle fire that belongs to you.
I invite you to repeat inwardly after me.
This warmth belongs to me.
And it is gentle.
A fire of earth.
A fire of time.
A fire of this season,
When everything gathers.
For time smells stronger at dusk than at midday.
It is when the light fades.
When the air calms,
That its fragrance becomes most powerful.
It is now.
The most fragrant of hours.
And in this simple truth.
You recognize something of yourself.
This season you're going through is not a weakening.
It is a gathering.
Everything you have lived.
Carried.
And given is now condensing into a stronger.
Deeper essence.
The hill does not regret the plane.
And it does not apologize for the heat rising from its soil.
I invite you to repeat inwardly after me.
I am going through a gathering,
Not a weakening.
You lie down in the time.
The stems gently crush beneath your back.
And release one last wave of fragrance.
The most intense of all.
The warm earth molds itself to your back.
Your shoulders.
Your hips.
The evening breeze passes over your face with a delicate coolness that contrasts with the mild warmth of the ground.
Like a cool hand placed on a warm forehead.
And little by little.
The warmth rising from the earth slows down.
It no longer really rises.
It radiates.
It radiates from the stones buried beneath the time.
Those stones that have drunk in the sun for hours and now give it back.
Slowly.
Generously.
Like a very long breath.
This warmth becomes diffuse.
Almost unreal.
And you no longer feel it entering you.
You feel it breathing around you.
In broad,
Mild circles that hold you.
Everything becomes the heat of stone.
Gentle dryness.
Radiant matter.
The scent of time is no longer a smell.
It is a warm color laid upon the air.
The hill is no longer a hill,
It is a soft thickness that carries you.
The Earth supports you and leaves you free.
The air passes through you like a mild veil.
That does not stop anywhere.
Water sleeps somewhere in the roots and quenches your thirst from within.
And the fire.
This discreet fire nestled in the hollow of the belly.
Continues to glow in a low voice.
Steady.
Tamed.
Something radiates.
Wains.
Radiates again.
A wave of mild warmth rises from the loins to the shoulders.
Moves away.
Comes back rounder.
Comes back slower and you stop trying to find where it comes from.
In places.
Everything becomes warm stone.
Then everything becomes fragrance.
Then everything becomes a last line of light on a very distant ridge.
Then everything becomes the diffuse warmth of your skin.
Nothing stands out anymore.
Neither the outline nor the warmth it carried.
And it is perfect like this.
Thoughts pass like scents released by the heat.
They approach.
Move away.
Return softer.
Dissolve before you have even had time to name them.
Time radiates instead of moving forward.
Like a warm stone after the sun.
There is no before.
No after.
There is this warmth that radiates.
And it is enough.
Meanwhile,
Your unconscious goes down into its deep gardens.
Where the body works silently.
Where balance restores itself.
Perhaps you still see a ridge.
A trace of purple at the edge of the sky.
Perhaps only a mild warmth in the hollow of your back.
Everything is right.
Everything is received.
Nothing to want.
Nothing to understand.
Nothing to hold on to.
And the warmth still radiates.
Gentler.
Farther.
And if you are not asleep yet.
Simply let the affirmations that will follow.
Drift past like very distant embers in the darkness of the hill.
You do not need to remember them.
You do not need to respond to them.
They can slip in softly.
Settle.
Disappear.
Return in another form.
My body is going through this transformation with a wisdom that has belonged to it since forever.
I allow myself to slow down.
And I do so with total legitimacy.
Each hot flash passes and I remain whole behind it.
I trust the silent intelligence of my body.
Tonight I offer myself the rest I have long deserved.
I am in full transformation,
And this transformation is building me.
My body has the right to change.
And I welcome this change.
I welcome myself as I am in this season of my life.
Sleep comes to find me gently.
At its own pace.
I am far vaster than the sensations I am going through.
Each night of rest nourishes my quiet strength.
I speak to myself with the same gentleness I would offer a dear friend.
My body is my most faithful traveling companion.
The coolness of the night soothes everything within me.
That asks for soothing.
I choose patience towards myself.
This period of my life has its own beauty.
And I acknowledge it.
I let my body decide the rhythm.
And I follow it with trust.
My body knows how to find its balance again.
And I trust it.
I fall asleep in the quiet certainty that everything in me is alright.
Every cell of my body relaxes a little more deeply.
I honor all that my body has carried and continues to carry.
Tonight my body repairs.
Regenerates.
Renews itself in silence.
I am at peace with what escapes me.
And this peace restores me.
The warmth rising within me becomes a soft and familiar warmth.
My rest tonight prepares the lightness of tomorrow.
My body is going through this transformation with a wisdom that has belonged to it since forever.
I allow myself to slow down.
And I do so with total legitimacy.
Each hot flash passes and I remain whole behind it.
I trust the silent intelligence of my body.
Tonight I offer myself the rest I have long deserved.
I am in full transformation and this transformation is building me.
My body has the right to change.
And I welcome this change.
I welcome myself as I am in this season of my life.
Sleep comes to find me gently.
At its own pace.
I am far vaster than the sensations I am going through.
Each night of rest nourishes my quiet strength.
I speak to myself with the same gentleness I would offer a dear friend.
My body is my most faithful traveling companion.
The coolness of the night soothes everything within me.
That asks for soothing.
I choose patience towards myself.
This period of my life has its own beauty.
And I acknowledge it.
I let my body decide the rhythm.
And I follow it with trust.
My body knows how to find its balance again.
And I trust it.
I fall asleep in the quiet certainty that everything in me is alright.
Every cell of my body relaxes a little more deeply.
I honor all that my body has carried and continues to carry.
Tonight my body repairs.
Regenerates.
Renews itself in silence.
I am at peace with what escapes me.
And this peace restores me.
The warmth rising within me becomes a soft and familiar warmth.
My rest tonight prepares the lightness of tomorrow.
My body is going through this transformation with a wisdom that has belonged to it since forever.
I allow myself to slow down.
And I do so with total legitimacy.
Each hot flash passes and I remain whole behind it.
I trust the silent intelligence of my body.
Tonight I offer myself the rest I have long deserved.
I am in full transformation and this transformation is building me.
My body has the right to change.
And I welcome this change.
I welcome myself as I am in this season of my life.
Sleep comes to find me gently.
At its own pace.
I am far vaster than the sensations I am going through.
Each night of rest nourishes my quiet strength.
I speak to myself with the same gentleness I would offer a dear friend.
My body is my most faithful traveling companion.
The coolness of the night soothes everything within me.
That asks for soothing.
I choose patience towards myself.
This period of my life has its own beauty.
And I acknowledge it.
I let my body decide the rhythm.
And I follow it with trust.
My body knows how to find its balance again.
And I trust it.
I fall asleep in the quiet certainty that everything in me is alright.
Every cell of my body relaxes a little more deeply.
I honor all that my body has carried and continues to carry.
Tonight my body repairs.
Regenerates.
Renews itself in silence.
I am at peace with what escapes me.
And this peace restores me.
Warmth rising within me becomes a soft and familiar warmth.
My rest tonight prepares the lightness of tomorrow.
My body is going through this transformation with a wisdom that has belonged to it since forever.
I allow myself to slow down.
And I do so with total legitimacy.
Each hot flash passes and I remain whole behind it.
I trust the silent intelligence of my body.
Tonight I offer myself the rest I have long deserved.
I am in full transformation and this transformation is building me.
My body has the right to change.
And I welcome this change.
I welcome myself as I am in this season of my life.
Sleep comes to find me gently.
At its own pace.
I am far vaster than the sensations I am going through.
Each night of rest nourishes my quiet strength.
I speak to myself with the same gentleness I would offer a dear friend.
My body is my most faithful traveling companion.
The coolness of the night soothes everything within me.
That asks for soothing.
I choose patience towards myself.
This period of my life has its own beauty.
And I acknowledge it.
I let my body decide the rhythm.
And I follow it with trust.
My body knows how to find its balance again.
And I trust it.
I fall asleep in the quiet certainty that everything in me is alright.
Every cell of my body relaxes a little more deeply.
I honor all that my body has carried and continues to carry.
Tonight my body repairs.
Regenerates.
Renews itself in silence.
I am at peace with what escapes me.
And this peace restores me.
Warmth rising within me becomes a soft and familiar warmth.
My rest tonight prepares the lightness of tomorrow.
My body is going through this transformation with a wisdom that has belonged to it since forever.
I allow myself to slow down.
And I do so with total legitimacy.
Each hot flash passes and I remain whole behind it.
I trust the silent intelligence of my body.
Tonight I offer myself the rest I have long deserved.
I am in full transformation,
And this transformation is building me.
My body has the right to change.
And I welcome this change.
I welcome myself as I am in this season of my life.
Sleep comes to find me gently.
At its own pace.
I am far vaster than the sensations I am going through.
Each night of rest nourishes my quiet strength.
I speak to myself with the same gentleness I would offer a dear friend.
My body is my most faithful traveling companion.
The coolness of the night soothes everything within me that asks for soothing.
I choose patience towards myself.
This period of my life has its own beauty.
And I acknowledge it.
I let my body decide the rhythm.
And I follow it with trust.
My body knows how to find its balance again.
And I trust it.
I fall asleep in the quiet certainty that everything in me is alright.
Every cell of my body relaxes a little more deeply.
I honor all that my body has carried and continues to carry.
Tonight my body repairs.
Regenerates.
Renews itself in silence.
I am at peace with what escapes me.
And this peace restores me.
Warmth rising within me becomes a soft and familiar warmth.
My rest tonight prepares the lightness of tomorrow.
My body is going through this transformation with a wisdom that has belonged to it since forever.
I allow myself to slow down.
And I do so with total legitimacy.
Each hot flash passes and I remain whole behind it.
I trust the silent intelligence of my body.
Tonight I offer myself the rest I have long deserved.
I am in full transformation and this transformation is building me.
My body has the right to change.
And I welcome this change.
I welcome myself as I am in this season of my life.
Sleep comes to find me gently.
At its own pace.
I am far vaster than the sensations I am going through.
Each night of rest nourishes my quiet strength.
You I speak to myself with the same gentleness I would offer a dear friend.
My body is my most faithful traveling companion.
The coolness of the night soothes everything within me.
That asks for soothing.
I choose patience towards myself.
This period of my life has its own beauty.
And I acknowledge it.
I let my body decide the rhythm.
And I follow it with trust.
My body knows how to find its balance again.
And I trust it.
I fall asleep in the quiet certainty that everything in me is alright.
Every cell of my body relaxes a little more deeply.
I honor all that my body has carried and continues to carry.
Tonight my body repairs.
Regenerates.
Renews itself in silence.
I am at peace with what escapes me.
And this peace restores me.
Warmth rising within me becomes a soft and familiar warmth.
My rest tonight prepares the lightness of tomorrow.
My body is going through this transformation with a wisdom that has belonged to it since forever.
I allow myself to slow down.
And I do so with total legitimacy.
Each hot flash passes and I remain whole behind it.
I trust the silent intelligence of my body.
Tonight I offer myself the rest I have long deserved.
I am in full transformation and this transformation is building me.
My body has the right to change.
And I welcome this change.
I welcome myself as I am in this season of my life.
Sleep comes to find me gently.
At its own pace.
I am far vaster than the sensations I am going through.
Each night of rest nourishes my quiet strength.
I speak to myself with the same gentleness I would offer a dear friend.
My body is my most faithful traveling companion.
The coolness of the night soothes everything within me.
That asks for soothing.
I choose patience towards myself.
This period of my life has its own beauty.
And I acknowledge it.
I let my body decide the rhythm.
And I follow it with trust.
My body knows how to find its balance again.
And I trust it.
I fall asleep in the quiet certainty that everything in me is alright.
Every cell of my body relaxes a little more deeply.
I honor all that my body has carried and continues to carry.
Tonight my body repairs.
Regenerates.
Renews itself in silence.
I am at peace with what escapes me.
And this peace restores me.
The warmth rising within me becomes a soft and familiar warmth.
My rest tonight prepares the lightness of tomorrow.
