Allow yourself to settle and find that perfect spot in your bed,
The one where you feel the coziest and most comfortable,
Then breathe,
Taking in slow,
Deliberate,
Deep breaths.
With each cleansing breath,
Allow the air to spread through your body,
Relaxing you as you focus your attention on you.
Relax and give yourself permission to let beautiful,
Magical dreams come to you.
See if you can imagine your room with the blinds or drapes closed and with a little pinpoint of light peeking through.
The light fascinates you,
So you go to the window to explore it as you open the blinds.
Imagine being swept gently into a dream where you stand above a mountain landscape.
The mountain is laced with emerald green terraces cut into the mountainside.
They look like wide,
Green steps in a staircase.
You descend on one of the terraces and realize you've landed in a rice paddy at harvest time.
Rice grows on each terrace,
And men and women with wide-brimmed straw hats and focused expressions harvest the rice.
They speak in a language like music that you naturally understand as you draw closer.
A woman looks up at you and asks you to come watch her as she works.
You comfortably bend over and observe how she harvests the rice with intention.
Her curved knife smoothly glides through the plant as it separates the golden grains from the main stalk.
You run your fingers over the stalks and are surprised by the coarseness of the grain.
The woman then takes you to a large,
Flat rock with tubes of bamboo fastened on top,
And she hands you some stalks of rice.
Together,
You thrush the rice stalks against the bamboo and watch as the rice grains separate and sprinkle like a shower of golden rain.
The woman gathers up the grains in a basket and turns to look at you.
The soft expression and hint of sadness in her eyes tell you it's time for you to go.
You fold your hands,
Bow,
And thank the woman before being magically transported back to your room.
You pause and take a breath,
Making way for the next dream.
Again,
A tiny light creeps through the blinds,
Calling you to come see the wonders behind it.
As you're pulled into the dream,
You find yourself in a lush,
Tropical world with a majestic volcano in the distance.
You marvel at the volcano as it releases a small amount of steam like a locomotive coming to a stop.
Then,
A river of lava courses down the side of the mountain,
With mesmerizing hues of orange,
Red,
And yellow dancing as they descend.
The air hangs heavy with the smell of sulfur and salt while molten lava shimmers and glows,
Blazing a trail of change down the mountain.
Nearby,
You notice a man with wire-framed glasses kneeling down and grasping a handful of black,
Moist dirt.
He lifts his glasses and inspects the dirt carefully,
And as he does,
A wave of understanding washes over you.
The volcano is Mother Nature's tool for renewal,
Tearing down the old landscape and then rebuilding it with rich and fertile ground for more flowers,
Trees,
And plants.
You pause and take in this realization.
Life is a series of endings and beginnings,
And it does it over and over again,
Whether it's a rice paddy or a volcano,
Or you and your life.
A few moments later,
Your dream dissolves,
And you're back at home,
Nestled comfortably in your bed.
Your heart filled with dreams of Mother Earth and all her majesty.
Namaste.
Beautiful.
