Sunday evening sometimes has a particular atmosphere.
The day is not quite over.
And yet the mind is already starting to live Monday.
It thinks about the messages waiting.
The appointments.
The obligations.
Everything that will need to get done.
Then it moves further ahead.
It imagines Tuesday.
The rest of the week.
And possible unexpected events.
In just a few minutes.
Several days come to take place inside a single evening.
This anticipation often begins with a good intention.
Your mind is trying to prepare you.
But when it gathers the whole week into the same space.
Your body receives each day as if it were starting now.
It then becomes difficult to feel that.
Tonight,
None of those hours needs to be lived yet.
This meditation will help you return each day to its own place.
You will not have to resolve your weak.
Nor convince yourself that it will be perfect.
You will simply rediscover a concrete truth.
Life arrives one moment after another.
And you can meet each moment with the resources of that very moment.
Now.
Let us return to our meditation.
Which I recommend you practice for at least 30 consecutive nights.
This is the time needed for your unconscious to absorb the content of this video.
And if you fall asleep during the practice.
Do not worry.
This is completely natural.
Your unconscious is listening even while you sleep and continues to reprogram itself.
And now.
Settle into your bed.
The meditation will begin soon.
Let your eyelids come together.
For the next few minutes,
My voice and the music are enough.
You can leave the rest of the room to its own quiet and feel the bed welcome your body a little more fully.
Take a slow breath in.
Feel the air enter.
Gently lifting the chest.
Then let the exhale last a little longer.
A second time.
The air enters at its own rhythm.
As it leaves,
It carries away a part of the effort you made today.
Then a third breath arrives.
Simple.
Regular.
Already closer to rest.
Allow your head to find its own weight in the pillow.
The forehead softens.
The space around the eyes becomes calmer.
Cheeks loosen.
The mouth relaxes.
And the jaw discovers that it can remain slightly unclenched.
On the next exhale.
Let this release spread into the neck and shoulders.
The whole imagined week may have seemed to rest here.
Tonight.
The shoulders rediscover only their width.
Their warmth.
Their contact with the bed.
They drop by a few millimeters.
Than a little more.
Effortlessly.
The breath passes under the collarbones and descends toward the center of the chest.
The ribs gently move apart.
The heart continues its rhythm.
The belly receives the movement of the air and becomes softer around it.
With every cycle,
Your breathing reminds the body that it is here.
Now in this night.
The relaxation spreads through the back.
The upper back settles more deeply.
The middle back unfolds.
Pelvic region lets itself be placed.
The arms find a quiet position.
The hands stop carrying.
The fingers rest.
A pleasant warmth flows down from the belly toward the hips.
The thighs.
And the knees.
It continues its path into the caves.
Reaches the ankles.
The feet.
Your whole body is now held by the bed.
It keeps its own rhythm.
While the breath becomes quieter and more regular.
In this state.
Allow your unconscious to open.
You give it permission.
It can receive the images.
Sensations.
And useful understandings in its own way.
While you let yourself be guided.
And now imagine on your inner screen.
You are standing on a gentle height.
Above a small town.
On a Sunday at dusk.
Path under your feet is wide and stable.
The air has the light freshness of an evening that is just beginning.
Around you soft grasses follow the slope.
And in front of you the first lights are appearing in the windows.
You walk forward to a terrace of pale stone.
Bench is waiting for you facing the horizon.
As you sit down.
See the whole town while remaining in the stillness of the terrace.
The streets draw calm lines.
The rooftops take on a deep color.
The sky still holds a band of light in the distance.
On the terrace.
Seven slabs form a pathway.
They represent the days to come.
From the bench.
You simply observe them.
The first slab is close to you.
The other six follow at a natural distance.
Each remains where it belongs.
Notice what changes when your mind stops layering the days on top of one another.
Monday regains the size of a single day.
Tuesday waits for its time.
The rest of the week stretches out behind with its own space.
Your chest can breathe more freely in front of this more accurate perspective.
You place a hand on the first slab.
Its surface has kept a little of the day's warmth.
Gently ask yourself,
What is the very first moment that awaits me tomorrow?
It might be getting up.
Drinking something.
Getting ready.
And walking to a door.
Let a very simple action appear.
The first one only.
See this action unfold slowly.
Your body already knows how to carry it out.
It is enough to live that first instant.
And to be present when it comes.
The light from the sky now descends onto the first slab.
It illuminates its edge.
Then stops.
The complete path remains visible.
But your attention rests close to you.
You feel the bench supporting your back.
Your feet touch the ground.
Your breath continues.
At the far end of the terrace,
A version of yourself then appears.
He is coming back from Monday evening.
His face carries the normal tiredness of a day lived.
And also the quiet satisfaction of someone who has moved through the hours one by one.
This version of you comes closer and sits down beside you.
Take the time to observe him.
You you His breathing is steady.
His shoulders have returned to their place.
He has allowed the day to take its own shape.
Responded to what arose.
And then arrived here.
Ask him what helped him during this day.
Let a short answer come.
And action.
A way of coming back to himself.
Perhaps he shows you his way of breathing before a task.
Perhaps he reminds you that an answer can be built at the right time.
Perceive only what feels clear to you.
This version of you places his hand on the first slab.
Quiet warmth passes from his palm into the stone.
Then from the stone into your own hand.
That carries the experience of the day already lived.
The resources that showed up with the situations.
The solutions that took shape at the right moment.
Pauses that existed between the actions.
Let this warmth travel back up your arm and reach your chest.
It creates a feeling of space around the heart.
It descends into the belly.
Like a tangible trust finding its place in the body.
The weak remains before you and now holds lighter proportions.
The version of you who came from Monday evening gets up.
Before leaving.
It gives you a calm look.
You understand that he already exists within you as a living possibility.
Then his silhouette gently joins the lights of the town.
Come back to the seven slabs.
The first still receives a soft glow.
The second remains quiet behind it.
The others follow.
With enough space between each.
You can now stand up and place one foot on the first slab.
Simply to feel its stability.
Under your foot.
The stone is firm.
Your balance settles.
You breathe.
Then you return to the terrace.
This movement is enough.
Your body has just learned that it is possible to approach the weak.
By letting it come one day at a time.
The sky grows deeper.
The town lights form a peaceful landscape.
On the bench.
You rediscover one last time.
The feeling of your back supported.
Night falls on every street.
Every house.
Every day still to come.
Now let this image move away.
The terrace,
The slabs.
And the town grows softer on your inner screen.
Your attention returns to the body lying down.
Feel the head on the pillow.
The shoulders resting.
The belly accompanying the breath.
Somewhere within,
He remains a quiet height from which the weak regains its true proportions.
Only one slab receives the light.
Then this light becomes softer still.
Like the last brightness of evening.
That lingers for a moment at the edge of the sky.
The town breathes under the night.
The windows turn into small warm points.
Separated by calm streets.
Each house welcomes its own rest.
Each day remains in its place.
Monday stays behind the horizon of sleep.
With all the time it needs to appear tomorrow.
Your body no longer has to travel along this path.
It is already settled.
The bed is holding it.
The breath moves forward and returns.
Like a very slow wave on a familiar shore.
With each exhale,
The terrace becomes more distant and the softness closer.
The first slab keeps a gentle warmth.
The others blend into the deep color of the night.
Nothing is pushing for their arrival.
Time knows how to present them one after another.
And your unconscious knows how to accompany you through each of them.
With the right resources.
The light band on the horizon grows thin,
Then peaceful.
The sky takes up all the space.
Your thoughts follow this movement.
More spaced out.
Slower.
They pass like a few distant lights.
While your breathing stays close to you.
Monday can wait for Monday.
This night belongs to sleep.
The town gently fades.
The bench keeps your imprint for a moment.
And the seven slabs rest under a calm sky.
Your face relaxes even more.
Your jaw becomes supple.
The weight of the pelvis sinks into the bed.
Your unconscious continues the path in its own way.
It keeps the feeling of the stable stone.
The warmth passed on by your other self.
And the simple certainty that one first step is enough to begin.
Everything else can now join the night.
And if you are not asleep yet.
Repeat the following positive affirmations.
Until you fall asleep.
I live each day at the moment when it arrives.
My breath brings me back to this evening.
Each day has its natural place.
My body recognizes the time for rest.
I meet tomorrow with new resources.
My mind regains a calm perspective.
The next step is enough to move forward.
I trust the rhythm of the days.
You My chest welcomes a free breath.
My belly regains a deep stability.
Sleep is gently preparing my Monday.
I let each hour come in its own time.
My resources appear at the right moment.
The night returns the week to its place.
I simply begin with what comes.
My calm grows in the present.
I receive rest with confidence.
My mind opens to simple solutions.
Each exhale deepens my tranquility.
I move through the days one after another.
My body knows how to regain its balance.
You you Softness accompanies my next awakening.
I respect the measure of each moment.
My week can be built step by step.
The present becomes my point of support.
I grant myself a fully restorative night.
I fall asleep in quiet trust.
While I sleep.
My unconscious nourishes my serenity.
I drift peacefully into deep sleep.
I live each day at the moment when it arrives.
My breath brings me back to this evening.
Each day has its natural place.
My body recognizes the time for rest.
I meet tomorrow with new resources.
My mind regains a calm perspective.
The next step is enough to move forward.
I trust the rhythm of the days.
My chest welcomes a free breath.
My belly regains a deep stability.
Sleep is gently preparing my Monday.
I let each hour come in its own time.
My resources appear at the right moment.
The night returns the week to its place.
I simply begin with what comes.
My calm grows in the present.
I receive rest with confidence.
My mind opens to simple solutions.
Each exhale deepens my tranquility.
I move through the days one after another.
My body knows how to regain its balance.
Softness accompanies my next awakening.
I respect the measure of each moment.
My week can be built step by step.
The present becomes my point of support.
I grant myself a fully restorative night.
I fall asleep in quiet trust.
While I sleep.
My unconscious nourishes my serenity.
I drift peacefully into deep sleep.
I live each day at the moment when it arrives.
My breath brings me back to this evening.
Each day has its natural place.
My body recognizes the time for rest.
I meet tomorrow with new resources.
My mind regains a calm perspective.
The next step is enough to move forward.
I trust the rhythm of the days.
My chest welcomes a free breath.
My belly regains a deep stability.
Sleep is gently preparing my Monday.
I let each hour come in its own time.
My resources appear at the right moment.
The night returns the week to its place.
I simply begin with what comes.
My calm grows in the present.
I receive rest with confidence.
My mind opens to simple solutions.
Each exhale deepens my tranquility.
I move through the days one after another.
My body knows how to regain its balance.
Softness accompanies my next awakening.
I respect the measure of each moment.
My week can be built step by step.
The present becomes my point of support.
I grant myself a fully restorative night.
I fall asleep in quiet trust.
While I sleep.
My unconscious nourishes my serenity.
I drift peacefully into deep sleep.
I live each day at the moment when it arrives.
My breath brings me back to this evening.
Each day has its natural place.
My body recognizes the time for rest.
I meet tomorrow with new resources.
My mind regains a calm perspective.
You The next step is enough to move forward.
I trust the rhythm of the days.
My chest welcomes a free breath.
My belly regains a deep stability.
Sleep is gently preparing my Monday.
I let each hour come in its own time.
My resources appear at the right moment.
The night returns the week to its place.
I simply begin with what comes.
My calm grows in the present.
I receive rest with confidence.
My mind opens to simple solutions.
Each exhale deepens my tranquility.
You I move through the days one after another.
My body knows how to regain its balance.
Softness accompanies my next awakening.
I respect the measure of each moment.
My week can be built step by step.
The present becomes my point of support.
I grant myself a fully restorative night.
I fall asleep in quiet trust.
While I sleep.
My unconscious nourishes my serenity.
I drift peacefully into deep sleep.
I live each day at the moment when it arrives.
My breath brings me back to this evening.
Each day has its natural place.
My body recognizes the time for rest.
I meet tomorrow with new resources.
My mind regains a calm perspective.
The next step is enough to move forward.
I trust the rhythm of the days.
My chest welcomes a free breath.
You My belly regains a deep stability.
Sleep is gently preparing my Monday.
I let each hour come in its own time.
My resources appear at the right moment.
The night returns the week to its place.
I simply begin with what comes.
My calm grows in the present.
I receive rest with confidence.
My mind opens to simple solutions.
Each exhale deepens my tranquility.
I move through the days one after another.
My body knows how to regain its balance.
Softness accompanies my next awakening.
I respect the measure of each moment.
My week can be built step by step.
The present becomes my point of support.
I grant myself a fully restorative night.
I fall asleep in quiet trust.
While I sleep.
My unconscious nourishes my serenity.
I drift peacefully into deep sleep.
You you you
