Settle yourself into your bed,
Closing your eyes,
And feel the weight of the blankets wrapping you in warmth.
Find your breath,
And ease into its gentle rhythm.
Let it slow you down,
Let it loosen you,
Let it relax you.
Let your shoulders lower,
Let your hands relax.
Feel your hips sink deeper,
And let your legs grow heavy.
Now,
Imagine a frozen lake.
The ice gleams under the quiet glow of the moon.
It is smooth and endless,
Stretching out like glass,
Calm and still.
You step gently onto the ice,
And it feels strong,
Solid beneath your feet.
And as you glide forward,
Your body moves with ease.
Step by step,
You glide softly across the frozen lake.
The air around you is crisp and clean.
Each inhale fills you with clarity.
Each exhale releases any weight that you no longer need to carry.
The lake reflects the stars above,
And you feel as though you are gliding across the heavens themselves.
Listen closely.
There is no sound,
But your own steady rhythm.
The glide of your feet,
The soft whisper of the wind,
The quiet beating of your heart,
This silence is your companion,
The stillness is your home.
As you move farther,
The world around you slows.
The stars seem to hold their breath,
The night seems to pause for you.
And in that pause,
You find a deep stillness,
A place of rest,
A place of peace.
The frozen lake carries you gently,
Gliding you across its shimmering surface,
And with every breath you feel yourself surrendering to calm.
Find a soft snowbank at the edge of the lake and rest there,
Wrapped in the quiet of the night,
With the stars above,
The ice beneath,
Stillness all around you,
And stillness within you.
Namaste,
Beautiful.