You lay lightly now in your body.
Yet you feel how each part of you is so entirely there and so very connected.
You feel a lightness in your wholeness.
You feel your skin upon the fabric that it touches.
You feel your head resting gently on the cushion.
You feel your body being held by the surface beneath you.
You feel your hands and fingers tingling with an excitement of what is to come.
Your toes invite you to imagine that they are standing barefoot upon the soft light fine sand.
As you look down at your toes down at the light fine sand.
You fall deeper into your imaginings.
You find yourself landing gracefully and fully upon this beach.
You can hear without needing to look up that the ocean is gentle in its ebbs and flows.
And you feel within you still and calm.
There is barely a whisper to the breeze.
You look up and the sky is blue,
Just blue.
A deep and full and saturated hue of blue that arches across your world.
And as you look down at your toes bringing your gaze down,
Down to meet the far-reaching horizon.
You see light wisps of clouds that seem to line up and settle themselves down to rest upon that horizon.
And with this you watch as they create what looks like a misty mountain range mirage.
You smile at the play of the clouds as they pretend to be land.
Or is it actually land?
And that land pretends to be clouds.
When does one thing cease to be and another thing start you wonder?
You then let this float away.
This thought floats away like a wisp of a cloud traveling across the ocean.
The ocean calls you to mimic its oh so gentle ebb and flow.
So you breathe in gently as the water nears you.
And you fall into an out-breath as it retreats.
Its movements subtle yet oh so there.
Your lungs,
Your breath mimics the flow of the tide,
Its comings and goings.
Or is it the ocean that mimics your breath you wonder?
You then let that thought float away across the surface of the ocean's vastness onto the horizon.
You find that the sand is calling you to sit upon it.
It wishes to offer you its warmth.
It wishes to bring you deeper rest and comfort.
You oblige happily.
Now sitting upon the sand you find it is indeed warm and healing.
As the gentle heat rises into your sitting bones.
You place the palms of your hands upon the soft,
Warm,
Light sand.
And you feel as the warmth travels through your fingers.
Up into the tops of your hands.
And up into your wrists and arms.
The fine hairs on the back of your hands and on your wrists tickle.
As the sea breeze causes the occasional leap of a grain of sand.
Are those grains dancing upon your fine hairs you wonder?
You hold on to this thought.
And you smile as you imagine that these dancing sand grains are in fact tiny sand fairies.
Giggling,
Dancing and playing upon your skin.
You close your eyes as your face lifts to welcome the dazzling sun.
Perhaps they are fairies and they want to bring you their play.
Their lightness of touch.
Their magic.
Their colours.
You feel a slight breeze upon your left cheek.
And the subtle sound of something moving the air around your left ear.
You find you're listening becomes more focused.
Still gentle.
Gently focused.
What if there is a fairy fluttering its light shimmering wings by your ear?
And if she was there,
I wonder what colour she might be?
I wonder the colour of her hair,
Her wings,
Her floating fabric.
Are her eyes too little for you to see their colour?
But I bet you can feel their sparkle.
And does she smile a smile of all things beautiful?
She has chosen to flutter by you.
It must be you that she has come to see.
It must be you.
As you smile,
You feel your whole face soften.
Your eyes let go of all remaining tightness and furrow.
Your ears cease to strain or try.
They release their listening effort.
As they somehow know that they will hear all that they need to hear without conscious effort.
The mouth just rests.
The need to talk is no more in this moment.
The need for the mouth to hold form,
No longer needed in this moment.
The mouth just rests.
Any releases of sound,
If needed,
Will flow up from the heart like a signature.
Without conscious thought.
And will be delivered by the energetic centre of your throat.
These sounds,
If any,
Will be welcomed by your receiving ears.
And by the ears and the heart of the sand fairy.
Maybe you feel your lips drop gently open.
As your tongue lays itself down in the mouth.
For now,
Your mouth can simply rest.
You are flowing on a purely spiritual and soulful level.
So your body can rest.
Each unrelated thought can become a wisp of a cloud that is taken by the ocean and delivered to the awaiting horizon.
Thank you body.
Thank you brain.
You can rest.
Words begin to arise from within you.
From your heart.
As you ask the fairy in your deeper imaginings why she has come.
To see you.
She runs her tiny hand across the outer shape of your left ear.
From the very top down to the lobe at the bottom of your ear.
She places one hand either side of the lobe.
And moves her hands in small circles,
Massaging you here.
Your body releases a sigh.
And something from within you that was ready to go.
Leaves on that out breath.
The details are not important.
So you do not hold on.
Rather you allow the ocean to take receipt of it.
As it guides your releases to the cloud mountain lined horizon.
Your fairy moves her hands to the inner shape of the ear.
And traces the outline here.
She uses her tiny delicate fingers to dance around the space where the sound comes in.
She whispers something.
It travels with ease into your ear.
Where it softens the sharper sounds that it finds within you.
The sounds.
The noises.
The programming.
The conditioning.
The thoughts.
The words.
The sound echoes that are no longer needed.
The sound imprints that are ready to leave.
Her whisper returns with overflowing arms carrying your releases.
And she drops them at the water's edge.
And as the ocean ebbs out it carries them away to the horizon.
Your fairy brings her hands down to where the base of your earlobe joins your face.
She places each of her magical hands side by side here.
And massages your skin in opposing spirals.
One hand moving clockwise.
Whilst the other spirals anti-clockwise.
She then reverses these spirals.
You know that this is speaking to your jaw.
To your teeth.
Their roots.
It is speaking to your gums.
Your tongue.
The top of your mouth.
It is speaking to your words.
Your secrets.
Your defence.
Her touch reaches deep within you through these spirals.
As gently she retrieves all that is ready to go.
All that is no longer needed.
All that has been stored in the jaw.
Through your words wished unspoken.
And through your silence held.
She scoops with easy armfuls.
Delivering your releases as the ocean moves in.
And the ocean again delivers your releases to the horizon.
You breathe in.
And release an audible sigh.
The last of the releases for now.
You breathe in again.
For you are breathing into all the new space that has been created within you.
And your long sigh of release is full of compassion.
And understanding.
And relief.
And possibility.
And self love.
Whilst your eyes were closed.
The cloudy mountains upon the horizon grew and grew.
They grew with your releases.
They grew until the mountains of release were so tall and the clouds so full that they simply floated away with transmuted lightness.
Mountains to clouds.
Clouds to wisps.
Wisps to nothing but blue sky.
A deep and full and saturated hue of blue that arches across your world.
Your fairy flutters her wings breath around your head and neck.
Encircling you with her magical breeze.
You can't help but to smile.
You become aware of your mouth once again.
And with parted lips.
You feel the fairy's fluttering wing breeze enter your mouth.
It enters your nose.
Your ears.
Your eyes.
Your crown and your brow.
This is her gift to you.
This magic will fill the spaces where your releases once were.
Until your own love will grow here instead.
Bringing you more of you.
The truth of you.
The words of you.
The love of you.
The gift of you.
For you are a gift.
Your sand fairy kisses you gently on your cheek.
She can stay with you for as long as you need her.
Perhaps she has something more to share with you.
Something special to tell you.
Perhaps you have something you would like to ask her.
Perhaps you just want to spend a little more time in her playful light energy.
She is your fairy.
She is your guide.
You can always find her here.
My voice will leave you now.
So you can spend some time in flow with the ocean.
So that you can breathe in.
And out.
And out.
As the ocean breathes.
