Nidra For Falling In Love

This Yoga Nidra is written to remind you of those sweet moments when you first start falling in love. Of course, it's impossible to replicate the immensity of the emotions involved, but this is pretty close! Join me as I gently guide you through this gentle, sweet, and loving practice.

Transcript

Nidra for falling in love,

Or something like it.

This Nidra is suitably done lying in bed,

Or if you want to be less obvious,

On a mat with props or seated in a chair.

Take a moment to carefully situate yourself so that you are held in this moment by the position and things you've chosen.

Make any final adjustments to ensure your comfort through the extent of this practice.

You might make a silent resolution to stay in stillness as long as it is safe to do so.

When you're secure,

Flutter your eyes closed and your heart open.

Once you have found the stillness in your body and darkness behind your eyes,

Feel for the beating of your heart.

Do you feel it in your chest?

Do you feel it in your brow center?

Is it tangible in your fingertips?

You might take notice of your breathing,

Not to change anything,

But to witness the effortless inhales and exhales.

More than likely,

The depth of your breath will have increased just by sending your awareness there.

Just observe what it feels like to be breathed by the room,

The oxygen therein,

Your diaphragm.

It happens whether you expect it or not,

Just like falling in love.

Just as we resolve to stay in stillness,

Let's too resolve to stay awake.

Yoga Nidra is the peaceful practice of wakeful rest.

To do so successfully,

I invite you to follow the words I speak and the sound of my voice.

I will guide you into and out of this Nidra with great care.

For the purpose of this practice,

I have written a sankalpa option for you to use,

Unless you are otherwise called to some other intention.

A sankalpa is a deep-felt sense of what you need out of this moment in life.

Sankalpas shift,

Change,

Grow,

Just like love.

Today we speak in matters of the heart,

Not all-encompassing matters,

Just the one.

That moment when you feel yourself falling with and into love.

Our shared sankalpa today is,

I am falling deeply in love.

Maybe your brain wants to tack something onto the end.

I'm falling deeply in love with myself or whom or whatever you see fit,

Although the sentence is complete by itself and does not necessarily need a subject.

Maybe this incites some feelings,

A longing or stomach butterflies,

Heartfelt excitement,

Chills,

Goosebumps.

Something that you've felt in real life or experienced at the climax of a romantic movie or book,

Folded in the feeling and the words.

Let's repeat sankalpa three times,

Spoken silently,

Backed by all of the feelings that came up when you started to contemplate the phrase.

I am falling deeply in love.

I'm falling deeply in love.

I am falling deeply in love.

Let's follow the flutter of butterflies through your body.

Please follow my voice and time from each one body part to the next.

Touch and go,

Touch and go,

Touch and go.

We begin at the right hand thumb.

A butterfly lands on the fingertip.

It follows to the right hand index finger,

Middle finger,

Ring finger,

Pinky finger,

Palm where the hand would hold another,

Back of the hand,

Wrist,

Forearm,

Elbow,

Upper arm.

A butterfly lands on the right shoulder,

Armpit,

Waist where hand might rest,

Hip,

Thigh,

Knee,

Sweep of the shin,

Right ankle,

Top of the foot,

Big toe,

Second toe,

Third toe,

Fourth toe,

Fifth toe,

Sole of the foot,

Left hand thumb.

A butterfly lands on the fingertip.

It follows to the left hand index finger,

Middle finger,

Ring finger,

Pinky,

Palm where the hand would hold another,

Back of the hand,

Wrist,

Forearm,

Elbow,

Upper arm.

A butterfly lands on the right shoulder,

Armpit,

Waist where hand might rest,

Hip,

Thigh,

Knee,

Sweep of the shin,

Left ankle,

Top of foot,

Big toe,

Second toe,

Third toe,

Fourth toe,

Fifth toe,

Sole of the foot.

A butterfly lands on your right shoulder blade,

Your left shoulder blade,

Glances across your shoulders and down your spine to the small of your back as if led by touch.

Right buttock,

Left buttock,

The whole back body.

A butterfly lands on your crown,

Forehead,

Right eyelid,

Left eyelid,

Right cheek,

Tip of the nose,

Left cheek,

Lands softly upon your lips,

Right side of the neck,

Hollow of the neck,

Left side of the neck,

Right chest,

Left chest,

Whole heart center,

Sternum,

Navel,

Right hip bone,

Left hip bone,

Whole front body.

The flutter of butterflies migrates to your whole right leg,

Whole left leg,

Both legs together,

Whole right arm,

Whole left arm,

Both arms together,

Whole back body,

Whole front body,

Whole body as one,

Whole body as one,

Whole body as one.

Shift the kaleidoscope of butterflies into your breath body.

With every inhale,

Feel the gentle touch of life.

With every exhale,

Feel the break before the heart dares to beat.

The number sequence is 111,

Representing a new beginning in love,

Calling you to be open to chances at romance.

In that spirit,

Let us begin our breath work at 111.

Empty your lungs all the way.

Follow my words,

Making them your own.

Inhale 111.

Exhale 110.

Inhale 109.

Exhale 108.

Inhale 107.

Exhale 106.

Inhale 105.

Exhale 104.

Inhale 103.

Exhale 102.

Count yourself down in this manner.

If you lose your place,

Start back at 111.

No judgment.

Just begin again with love and grace.

Let go of the count and return to normal breathing.

No loss of the incomplete countdown.

You have mastered the awareness of your breath.

I now offer you an exploration and sensation.

Hear my words and let your unconscious mind answer.

Let your body feel the emotion and sensation in each word of the manifestation.

Expand your awareness to feel warmth.

Warmth spreads through your body and you feel it on your face,

As if your face is turned to the sun on a summer day.

The warmth of an embrace on your lips.

A sip of tea as it warms your belly.

Your face flirtatiously flushed when a crush realizes they're a crush.

Now,

Let that go and welcome the feeling of cool.

Not cold.

Cool.

Feel a refreshing cool wash across your body,

Like the sensation of cool sheets on a freshly made bed.

Being shaded on a hot day.

Dawn.

The fresh side of the pillow.

Letting go of cool.

Feel weight.

The weight of real,

True emotion.

The weight of a moment felt in its presence.

Knowing beyond doubt.

Magnetic pull of an arm over your shoulders.

A face pressing against yours.

A decision.

A good book in your lap as you put it down for a moment to comprehend it.

Let go of weight.

Lightness.

The lightness of real,

True emotion.

The lightness of a moment felt in its true presence.

Knowing beyond doubt.

Magnetic pull of their lips pressing gently against yours.

A decision made in the moment.

A good book you cannot bring yourself to put down.

Let that go.

Bring up the sensation of pain.

Physical pain.

Emotional pain.

Surprising pain.

The pain of a misunderstanding.

The pain of not knowing.

The pain of needing.

The pain of being apart.

The pain of one more moment without them.

Of yearning for an embrace.

Let pain go.

And welcome the sensation of pleasure.

Be it physical or mental or both.

Get a feeling for the sensation and take hold of it.

Feel it coursing through your veins.

Being in flow with something or someone you love.

Inhaling and expanding.

Exhaling and contracting.

Inhaling with dynamic movement.

Exhaling into stillness.

Feel the tingles in your toes.

Chills in your chest.

The warmth on your face.

Bullseye.

Rapid visualization.

Follow my words without attachment.

Trust the first thing that comes to mind.

Whirling heart chakra.

Sweaty palms.

Eyes.

Baby's breath.

Sun catcher ornament.

Picnic blanket.

Bench seat in a pickup truck.

A single mitten.

An oak tree.

Kitchen chair.

Friendship bracelet.

Strawberry.

Strawberry.

Strawberry.

Strawberry feels forever.

You sit down with a hot drink and a book at a table for one outside the cafe down the street.

You frequent the spot often but not for time.

Days like these are much too rare.

You've been given the gift of time to sit with yourself.

To enjoy your drink instead of chasing it to work.

Book in your lap,

You stare out into the street.

A park lies parallel to the cafe and a pond lies beyond that.

You can see birds dipping down here and there.

The street isn't particularly busy this time of day but cars pass by and slow as they approach the stop sign.

You decide to crack your book.

The drink is still too hot for the first sip.

It's an old book.

Well read.

Well loved.

You hold it up and smell the pages.

The years of pages flipped and the shelf life thereafter.

You remove the bookmark and place it beside the mug.

You find your spot and before you know it you're lost in its words.

Life flows through you.

All around you and past you.

So smoothly that time seems to stand still.

Then it actually does stop.

A person approaches the cafe.

You haven't noticed with your eyes yet but your soul has.

It has recognized something in the ether that it finds familiar.

It is magnetized,

Inspired,

Called to awaken along with another.

They near and your eyes voluntarily meet theirs.

But you cannot bear to keep the gaze for long.

Your eyes lower.

You notice the warmth flushing into your cheeks and you bring your fingertips up to confirm.

The small smile begins to upturn in the corner of your mouth.

They pass and enter the cafe at the same moment you realize you haven't taken a breath since your soul came alive more than a moment ago.

You look back to the book that has lowered itself into your lap and then up at the waiting cooling mug.

You pick the mug up and draw a long stream of liquid into your throat.

It is calming and it is grounding.

Your eyes go to the pond across the way,

Be mused at the reaction of your spirit and the betrayal of your cheeks and eyes.

And then you wonder,

Who was that?

Your mind starts to wander but not for long.

The door to the cafe opens.

The mysterious person with whom your soul collided sits on the other side of the door.

At the table with two seats.

Sets down a latte,

Takes a seat,

And then looks over.

You pick up your book but the letters are moving and seem to have transformed into another language and you let it flop back into your lap.

Someone else enters the cafe and the moment of privacy allows you the bravery to steal a look.

The door closes and your eyes meet again.

This time you cannot bear to look away.

You are locked in a gaze and your toes are tingling and the kaleidoscope of butterflies begin to take wing.

You can't help but grin and you hear a chuckle and see the same shy grin spread across that face.

Familiar and strange.

Mysterious yet safe.

Finally you blink.

Finally you remember to breathe.

Finally you remember you are on this planet,

Surrounded by life,

And time starts to tick by again.

And then a gesture is made to the seat at the table for two.

You look at the pond,

Serene,

Real.

You look at the seat as if it only exists in a dream state.

Your soul makes the move you cannot seem to.

It stands you up,

Picks up your mug,

Tucks in your book,

And floats to the seat.

Your soul recognizes something you never could,

As if it arranged the gift of time to you on this day,

At this cafe,

At this table,

Just for a chance meeting with its mirror.

You sit in the feeling for a long time,

Reveling.

Bliss body.

Bliss body.

Bliss body.

I am falling deeply in love.

I am falling deeply in love.

I am falling deeply in love.

The practice of yoga nidra is now complete.

Feel for the residue of any sensations left behind from the practice.

Feel for your heartbeat.

Is it still in your chest?

Or in your toes?

Or pulsing in your mind's eye?

Notice your breath.

See if you can deepen your inhales and let your exhales fall away heavily.

Maybe you curl the sides of your mouth and bring a slight smile to your lips.

You are already whole.

Begin to wiggle your toes and your fingers.

Maybe you take a big stretch overhead.

And then come to lie on your right side in the fetal position.

Hediom tatsat.

Hediom tatsat.

Hediom tatsat.

If you are shown any truth or any movement of the heart or soul,

You may benefit in writing it down for further exploration.

You're welcome to stay on your side in stillness or take time to explore these themes in your journal.

Namaste.