Hello beautiful soul.
Welcome to this sacred space.
You've arrived right on time,
Exactly as you meant to.
And as you settle in,
Take a soft breath and let it guide you home,
Not just to this moment,
But to your essence.
This is a place of whispers and wonder,
Of petals and prophecy,
Where the veils are thin and the heart speaks loudest.
Whether you've come for stillness,
Insight,
Or just to be held in a little magic,
You are so welcome here.
Let the outside world soften at the edges,
Let the sacred gather close,
Let your spirit rise like mist on morning wings.
And together,
Let's open this space with intention,
With love,
And with a little stardust.
This is your space.
This is your time.
So find a position that supports your body,
Lying down,
Seated,
Or nestled in cushions.
There is no right or wrong way to begin.
Allow yourself to simply arrive.
Close your eyes if you wish,
Feel the ground or surface beneath you,
Knowing it's holding you without condition,
Without judgment.
And let your breath be your quiet companion.
Inhale softly,
And exhale even more slowly,
Like a sigh of relief.
Again,
Inhale peace,
Exhale tension.
With each breath,
Imagine your body being held in a cocoon of light.
Now,
Turn your awareness inward,
Noticing without fear where pain resides today.
It may move,
It may pulse,
It may speak in silence.
Don't resist it,
Just notice it.
Let your breath become the bridge.
Visualize a soft mist,
Golden or violet,
Whichever feels healing to you,
Drifting slowly through your body like a gentle fog.
And as it touches the painful areas,
It doesn't demand that they change,
It simply offers warmth and presence.
Say inwardly,
Pain,
I acknowledge you.
You are not all of me.
I am more than this moment.
I am still whole.
Breathe into the edges of the discomfort,
Not to push it away,
But to loosen the tight grip it may hold.
With each breath,
Soften just a little more.
Now,
Bring your attention to your heart space.
Imagine a flower blooming there.
Each petal opening with your breath.
This is your compassion.
Let it flow from your heart to your whole body,
Even the places that ache.
Visualize this compassion like honey or warm light,
Slowly spreading,
Wrapping you in a silken shawl of safety.
And if grief,
Frustration or exhaustion rise,
Let them come.
Let them flow like a river through you,
Not a wall.
They belong and they too can be held in softness.
Affirm silently,
It's okay to feel this.
I am not broken.
My body is doing its best.
I am doing my best.
Rest here in the quiet,
No effort,
Just being.
Let the silence speak.
And when you're ready to return,
Bring to call your energy gently back.
Wiggle your fingers.
Notice the space around you.
Bring your hands to your heart or your belly if that feels comforting.
And take one final breath and whisper to yourself.
Thank you,
Body.
Thank you,
Breath.
Thank you,
Breath.
I am here.
