Good evening,
Beautiful.
Thank you so much for spending some of your time here with me this evening.
Go ahead and nestle deep into your soft bed,
Feel the covers gently drape over your legs,
Over your chest,
Tucking you in like a sky wrapping around the stars.
Let yourself wiggle gently just enough to find that cozy spot where your head melts into the pillow and your jaw unclenches,
Your chest loosens,
And the day begins to fall away.
Take a breath,
Long and steady,
And feel yourself arriving right here,
Away from the errands and the thoughts,
Away from the tasks and responsibilities,
Right here inside the quiet.
Now,
Imagine the faint scent of pine,
Cool air brushing against your cheeks,
And the soft crunch of forest floor beneath your feet.
You are walking slowly through a pinewood forest,
Under a lavender dusk sky,
Tall pines tower above,
Their trunks warm and rough,
Their needles whispering secrets only the trees know.
You come upon a clearing,
Where golden campfire flickers waiting for you,
The logs are glowing,
Embers popping gently,
And a thick wool blanket rests beside the fire,
Just for you.
You sit and wrap the blanket around your shoulders.
It's warm just like the firelight,
Just like the peace beginning to bloom inside your chest.
The stars blink awake above you.
The pines hush the wind,
And the forest leans in,
But only to listen.
In the distance,
An owl calls softly,
And the hush of the trees rocks your breath into a slower,
More soothing rhythm.
The flames crackle,
Steady and kind,
Casting a gentle glow on your face.
You can almost hear the fire whispering,
You are safe,
You are home,
Let it all go.
With each flame that flickers,
You can feel the worries of the day slip through the cracks and float up,
Like smoke into the sky.
Each breath out is a letting go,
And each breath in is coming home.
Breathe in,
Breathe out.
Now the forest wraps around you,
And the earth beneath your body,
The stars overhead all sing you to sleep.
The night holds you,
And the fire warms you,
And there is nothing more required of you.
There is just the hush of the pines,
The light of the flame,
And the rhythm of your breath.
As you sink into sleep,
The fire still flickers,
The stars still watch,
And you drift deeper into the quiet,
Into the dreams that await you,
And inside the stillness of these quiet pines.
Namaste,
Beautiful.