Hello everyone,
Happy new moon.
My name is Nola Bloom and I've got a special yoga nidra for you today,
The new moon temple of renewal.
Tonight's journey welcomes you into the quiet fertile embrace of the new moon.
The sky is dark and the air is still.
The unseen moon cradles the earth in her shadow.
A shadow not of absence but of deep potential.
This is the new moon's moment of beginning where light has not yet returned and all seeds rest in the rich soil of possibility.
It is the womb of the lunar cycle,
The place of pause before creation.
A time for planting intentions and for honoring the stillness that nourishes growth unseen.
Here you are not called to shine outward but to draw inward,
To listen,
To feel and to rest in the gentle power of becoming.
So lie down in a way that feels deeply nourishing.
Use pillows or blankets as needed so that every part of your body feels held.
Sense the earth beneath you,
Steady and wide.
Receiving you fully.
Close down your eyes and feel the darkness gather like a soft cloak wrapping you in stillness.
Take a slow deep breath in and exhale with a soft sigh.
Just let it all go.
Repeat one more time.
Breathing in spaciousness and breathing out release.
Allow the rhythm of the breath to carry you inward into the quiet embrace of the new moon.
And from this quiet space allow your sankalpa,
Your heartfelt intention,
To arise.
It may come as a word,
An image,
A sensation,
Or simply a feeling you cannot name.
If nothing comes,
Trust that the seed already lives within you.
When it does appear,
Hold it as you would hold something precious.
In your palms.
And now place it into the center of your heart.
As though planting it in the soil made rich by darkness and moonlight.
Rest your hands over your heart and feel your own warmth pressing into the seed.
Sense it drawing nourishment from each breath you take.
The inhale feeding it.
The exhale settling it deeper into the quiet earth of your being.
Now imagine before you a great arched doorway of volcanic stone.
Cool beneath your fingertips.
Etched with spirals glimmering in faint light.
Beyond it lies the temple of renewal.
Now you step inside.
The marble floor beneath you is streaked with silver and indigo.
Smooth as still water.
Bowls of water along the walls reflect candlelight.
Casting ripples of gold across the stone.
At the center,
An altar draped in indigo cloth glows with moonstone and obsidian.
A single candle burning steady at its heart.
From the shadows,
The temple keepers appear.
Luminous,
Serene,
Timeless.
They gather around you in silence.
Welcoming you into their circle of presence.
One keeper steps forward with a small vessel of fragment oil.
They place a drop upon your brow.
Cool and grounding.
And from that touch,
A soft indigo light blooms.
Opening the inner vision behind the closed eyes.
From here,
They begin their tending.
On the right side,
Shoulder,
Upper arm,
Elbow,
Forearm,
Wrist,
Palm,
Each finger in turn.
Their touch is unhurried.
Like moonlight pouring across still water.
They trace the lines of your arm as though remembering them from another lifetime.
The skin drinks in the blessing.
The muscles soften.
The bones rest deeper.
On the left side,
Shoulder,
Upper arm,
Elbow,
Forearm,
Wrist,
Palm,
Each finger.
A perfect mirror.
The same devotion.
The same care.
The left and right now joined.
Glowing equally.
Balanced like twin rivers beneath a midnight sky.
A moonstone is placed upon your heart.
Its cool surface warms against your skin.
And from it,
Spills a silver light that flows down both arms.
Across your collarbones.
Into the depth of your chest.
The petals of the heart unfurl without effort.
At your belly,
A warm obsidian stone is placed.
It anchors you,
Draws your breath deep.
Steady as roots gripping the earth.
The radiance pours down the right hip,
Thigh,
Knee,
Shin,
Ankle,
Sole of the right foot.
Moonlight pools in the arch and into each and every toe,
Leaving them weightless and warm.
The glow flows across the left hip,
Thigh,
Knee,
Shin,
Ankle,
Sole,
Into each and every toe.
And again,
Every line,
Every space is touched with equal grace.
Until both legs lie heavy,
Still,
And at peace.
From your feet,
The keepers sweep their hands slowly upward along your spine.
Vertebra by vertebra,
As though weaving a silver thread from earth to crown.
At the base of your skull,
They place a crystal sphere.
Thoughts dissolve like clouds in an endless night sky.
At your crown,
A halo of quiet light gathers.
Not dazzling,
But gentle,
Like the promise of dawn.
Now let your body grow heavy,
Sinking into the marble floor.
Anchored like stone carved into the foundation of the earth.
Growing heavier and heavier,
Sinking down,
Down,
Down.
Now let the heaviness go,
And feel yourself rising like incense smoke.
Twisting slowly upward,
Touched by unseen hands.
Floating,
Lifting,
Rising.
And feel yourself heavy again,
Sinking down.
Then light again,
Rising up.
And now rest between the two.
Hold in the perfect center,
Where nothing is lacking.
Inhale,
Cool as midnight air drifting across a still lake.
Exhale,
Warm as the flame of your altar's candle.
Exhale,
Steady and soft.
Each inhale draws you inward,
Carrying the freshness of the night.
Each exhale releases you outward,
As though the breath itself were a prayer.
Feel the breath in your chest and belly,
Expanding gently,
Then softening with ease.
Your body is being breathed,
The way the earth is held by the moon's pull.
There is no effort here.
Only surrender to the rhythm already moving through you.
Thoughts pass,
Like drifting clouds over an open field.
Emotions shimmer like moonlight breaking across ripples of water.
The keepers light more candles around your altar.
Each flame,
Another vow to your unfolding.
The temple glows now with the soft gold of becoming.
Feel the steady wisdom,
The base of the spine.
The spacious knowing at the crown.
Both ends of your being joined by a river of moonlit presence.
A veil of night is placed upon you.
Not to hide,
But to protect.
To keep safe the tender unfolding that is yours alone.
You dissolve into the fertile darkness.
Here,
You are both seed and soil.
Both the dream and the one who dreams.
Now,
Return to your sankalpa.
The heartfelt intention that guided your journey tonight.
Feel it resting and glowing on the altar of your heart.
It shines like a seed of light.
Radiant,
Yet tender.
Waiting to unfurl.
Breathe into it.
Each inhale fanning its glow brighter.
Each exhale rooting it deeper.
Feel its presence expanding through your chest and arms.
Into the quiet space behind your eyes.
Hold it sacred.
As if the entire temple gathers to witness this vow.
Above you,
The unseen moon holds the tide steady.
Guiding your becoming.
Her pull assures you this intention will be carried forward.
Woven into the rhythm of the days ahead.
Now,
Feel the marble beneath you once more.
The weight of your body.
The rhythm of your breath.
Wiggle your fingers and toes.
As though they are waking from centuries of stillness.
Draw your arms up overhead.
In a nice,
Big,
Awakening stretch.
Bend your knees.
Roll to your side.
And pause here.
Take one last breath within the temple.
Letting its blessing follow you outward.
When you're ready,
Slowly opening your eyes.
Carrying this truth.
I am renewed.
I am becoming.
Namaste.
