Settle in and find the perfect position,
The position that brings you the most comfort.
And once you're in that perfect position,
Become aware of your body in bed.
Notice where your hands are and what parts of your back sink into the sheets.
Feel your head in the plush embrace of your pillow,
And notice how deeply comfortable
it feels.
And allow yourself to simply enjoy these feelings of complete comfort and total relaxation.
Now imagine a road and a small car.
The road is narrow and winding as it snakes its way into some beautiful rocky hills.
And as you're driving,
You notice the steering wheel is not where it normally is.
It's on the other side of the car.
And with that realization comes another.
You're in the beautiful Scottish Highlands.
You roll down the window and breathe in cool,
Refreshing air,
Noticing a blue sky with puffs
of cloud sprinkled between the hills.
As the car drives on,
You pass some sheep grazing,
And you decide to stop.
The sheep welcome you as you come,
Gently petting them,
Running your fingers softly
through their fleecy coats.
After a moment,
You hear their collective sound,
And somehow you understand that they
are grateful for your visit.
Back in the car,
You drive until you see a small village sprouting up from the ground.
As you draw closer to the village,
A stone church catches your eye.
The church's gray steeple cuts through the air,
Towering over the village,
Reverent like
in prayer.
You stop for just a moment to see the inside of the church,
And are struck by the hundreds
of candles flickering under statues and paintings of saints.
The air is tinged with incense,
And you realize the church was in service just before your
arrival.
So you find a quiet spot on a pew and say a prayer for peace,
Breathing in the calm
and beauty of the little church.
Then you return to the car to explore some more.
As you approach the outskirts of the village,
A small tavern on a rocky hill catches your
eye,
And you stop to warm up.
Once you arrive,
The distinctive sound of bagpipes playing hums in your ear,
With notes
thick like honey.
Inside the little pub,
Men and women sip pints in hand-crafted pewter mugs and laugh,
Their
cheeks are rosy from the cold air.
You find a seat at a long wooden table where older men talk and talk,
Completely unaware
of the bagpipes playing.
The woman with flowing red hair approaches you with a steaming bowl of soup,
Teeming
with fish,
Onions,
And potatoes.
The soup is warm and cozy,
And you can feel its soothing heat moving from your mouth to
your stomach.
And it feels so wonderful.
As you enjoy the last bite of soup,
You thank the woman who kindly served you and bid her
farewell.
There is one more place to see.
You drive away from the pub into the countryside,
Until a magnificent medieval castle springs
from the landscape.
You stop and go in.
The castle is cool,
Like a cave,
And you pull your sweater around you.
Throughout the castle are armors from ancestral knights,
Antique paintings,
And chairs of
wood and iron.
You find a room with a fireplace,
And sit next to the burning flame.
The warmth feels so good.
After a while,
A hostess leads you up a long stone staircase to a heavy iron door.
She opens it,
And an elegant bedroom with a post bed and embroidered bedding appears.
Drowsy from the day's adventure,
You thank her and snuggle into the bed,
Closing your
eyes,
And letting your day in Scotland fade into a blissful,
Dreamy memory.
Namaste,
Beautiful.
