The Forgotten Garden - Part 1

Bedtime yoga nidra for your little ones. Join us on a journey as we explore sleeping gardens, waiting for the magic of spring, down winding walks through orchards and flower beds, until we reach the Forgotten Garden, a magical place where new things grow!

Transcript

Make yourself comfortable.

Let your legs go floppy and lay your arms by your sides with your palms facing the sky and close your eyes.

Breathe in through your nose and feel your belly rise.

Breathe out and sink deep.

Breathe in and breathe out.

You are safe.

You are comfortable.

And with every breath you are relaxed.

I am going to name all of the different parts of your body and I want you to think about each one when I say it.

And when your mind moves to each part imagine a colour glowing there.

Whatever colour you want at each part that I name.

On one side of your body your big toe,

Your other toes,

Your foot,

Your ankle and your lower leg.

Your knee,

Your upper leg,

Your hip and this side of your body.

Your hand,

Your thumb and all of the fingers on your hand.

Your wrist,

Your arm,

Your elbow,

Your shoulder and your ear.

Now we go to the other side.

Your big toe,

Your other toes,

Your foot,

Your ankle and your lower leg.

Your knee,

Your upper leg,

Your hip and your side body.

Your other hand,

Your thumb,

All of the other fingers on your hand.

Your wrist,

Your arm,

Elbow,

Shoulder and ear.

Both of your feet,

Both of your legs,

Your tummy,

Your heart,

Your shoulders,

Your neck and your chin.

Mouth,

Nose,

Cheeks and your ears.

Your eyes and the whole face to the top of your head.

This colour now flows through your whole body and as you breathe in it gets brighter.

As you breathe out it softens.

Imagine now that you are standing at the start of a long path around a garden.

The sun is just waking up,

Rising slowly over the sky,

Casting glittering rays of light over everything you see.

You are wrapped up nice and warm in your favourite boots,

Coat and hat.

Riding slowly along the path.

There are winding lawns and winding walks.

Trees and flower beds.

And in the middle there is an old stone fountain shaped like dancing creatures.

All around this place there is a long wall with leaves of ivy growing over it.

And as you get to the end of this path you reach a brick archway.

Through the archway you find yourself in an orchard.

There are fruit trees along the walls but they are not yet bearing any fruit as it is not quite time but it is coming.

There is magic on its way,

You can feel it.

Just over the top of the wall you can see the tops of trees but there is no archway.

And over the wall you can hear a bird twittering away,

Singing in the morning sun.

You keep walking past bushes of lavender and berries.

Although not quite as full of life as they will be but they are waiting patiently.

There is one part of the wall where the dark green leaves of ivy are more bushy than anywhere else.

The twittering bird appears on top of the wall and hops onto a long swaying branch of ivy.

He tilts his head and looks at you.

And if birds could smile with their beaks you know he would be smiling at you.

He begins a beautiful song and starts hopping and fluttering down the path,

Twittering away as though he is telling you something.

And so you follow,

Hopping and skipping with him along the path.

And suddenly he stops and you stop too.

There is lots of ivy here.

The wind picks up and softly swirls around you,

Almost as though it knows you,

Dancing with you like an old friend.

As it swirls around and gets a little stronger,

It sways the leaves hanging from the wall and just enough that you spot something behind it.

Reaching out and catching the ivy in your hand,

You sweep it aside and discover a gate.

You can tell that no one has been through this gate in a long time.

Perhaps it has been forgotten.

Sweeping the ivy some more you can see more clearly.

Although there is ivy on the other side too so you can't quite see what is inside this secret little place.

Hanging on an old hook next to the gate is a rusty old key.

You can still see old patterns and swirls.

And slowly and carefully you take the key from the hook and you turn it over in your hands,

Tracing the shapes with your finger.

And in the middle there is a letter,

The first letter of your name.

The key fits in the keyhole on the gate.

And it takes two hands but with one big turn and a clunk the gate creaks open.

You step through,

Pushing the ivy aside like a big swinging curtain and you find yourself in an old forgotten garden.

The sky has now turned a deep cool blue with small fluffy white clouds floating by happily.

The sun is shining soft golden glittering light down into the forgotten garden.

And it is the most mysterious place you could ever imagine.

The high walls are covered with stems that used to once have flowers climbing up.

And they will again but they are not quite ready.

The ground is covered with grass that is not quite green with the springtime sun.

It is so very still and so very quiet here.

Except for far off twittering of birds in the woodland outside of the garden walls.

No one has been here in a long time.

The little bird hops from one bush to another showing you around,

Inspecting the place and watching you explore.

There are little paths all around the garden and small benches in each corner made of stone.

There are little trees dotted around everywhere.

But right at the back in the middle of the wall is a giant willow tree with its branches hanging down to the ground.

Soon to be covered in thousands of little green leaves like giant sweeping curtains.

As you wander around the garden you come across an old flower bed where you spot something brilliant bright green shooting up through the earth.

You bend down to get a closer look and sure enough sticking out of the dark soil there are lots and lots of little green points.

Tiny growing things.

And you can feel the magic of the growing of the stirring and the wiggling underneath the soil.

Deep in the ground making new things.

You walk slowly now around the garden spotting more and more of the tiny growing things.

But you notice that in some parts the grass and the weeds are growing so thick that the tiny things might not have enough space to grow.

By the side of one of the stone benches you find some old gardening tools and you kneel down taking a small trowel and begin to make nice little clear places around the little green points.

Now they have room to grow and you go from place to place digging and weeding turning the soil over tidying and making space until you are quite tired.

And so you find a quiet spot underneath the willow tree where the sun gently shines in between the old branches and you lie down tired but happy.

Your body is tingling all over knowing that the sun that warms your face is now warming up those growing things.

Tickling and wiggling underneath the soil.

Your body feels heavy and soft and the tree above you and the grass underneath are soft and comfortable.

The fluffy white clouds drifting overhead on the crystal blue sky and you close your eyes feeling the magic of the growing little things.

And you drift off into a peaceful deep sleep.

Thank you.

Reviews

Beautiful! Thank you x

Absolutely beautiful! Your voice is so calming. Me and my 6 year old loved it ❤️

My daughter was asleep in no time. Thank you for this lovely meditation.