Take a soft breath in,
And let it travel through your body gently.
And as you release it,
Notice how everything begins to settle.
Your shoulders,
Your chest,
Your thoughts.
Feel yourself surrendering to the stillness of the night.
Wrapped in a thick,
Warm blanket,
You find yourself lying on a snowy hill.
The air around you is crisp and clean,
But the layers of softness keep you safe and comfortable.
The snow beneath you is firm and steady,
And the blanket cradles you in perfect warmth.
Above you,
The sky is dark and infinite.
The stars scatter across it like diamonds,
Bright and steady.
And then,
A shimmer begins.
A ribbon of pale green light unfurls across the horizon.
Slow and graceful,
Like silk carried on the wind.
It ripples and bends,
Swing gently,
Before another color joins in.
Blue,
And then violet,
And then streaks of white.
The northern lights have come alive.
You lie back against the snowy hill,
Your body warm and safe.
Your gaze lifted to the sky.
Each wave of light moves in rhythm with your breath.
When you inhale,
The ribbons stretch wide,
And when you exhale,
They curl and fold into one another.
Breathe in,
Breathe out.
You feel yourself soften with them,
Melt with them,
And surrender to their flow.
The lights seem to carry away whatever heaviness lingers inside of you,
Dissolving it into color,
Into peace.
The sky feels vast,
Endless.
But you do not feel small.
You feel a part of it,
As though the same energy that paints the heavens also lives within you.
The ribbons of light grow slower now,
Their colors fading softer,
Quieter,
Until the sky becomes calm again.
With your eyes closed,
You are still wrapped in warmth,
Still resting on a snowy hill,
And you can feel that magic inside of you,
Colorful,
Divine,
Namaste,
Beautiful.
