Story Of The Wind

It's all about the wind let's look at all the places wind does go and encourage a super light floaty dream. May you truly fall in love with the wind in a mindfulness adventurous way as you yourself connect to lightness and fly into your dreams.

Transcript

Welcome to this bedtime story meditation, Called Story of the Wind. Let's begin. In your bedroom, Please squeeze your pillow tight and make it nice and fluffy. Settle into bed now, Closing one eye to begin a fantastic dream. Closing the next eye, Listening to the story of the wind. But first, Take a big breath in now and blow out all the air, Just like the wind. On a windy night, Soft sounds fill my ears completely. It feels good to feel the wind so close to me, Full of lightness. It reminds me of being in the shower. So clean and soft, Water always is. And so is the wind, Clean and soft and very fresh. My invisible playful friend, It is the wind. Wind is big, Possibly the biggest thing in the whole world. It likes to touch things and move them about. From the ground all the way up to the highest of clouds. So first I look down to my feet at green grass, So tiny each blade of grass, That makes together a big green carpet so soft. But wind makes it sway. Grass leans to the left, As if bowing to the wind. Then grass leans to the right, For the wind is in a hurry. Then I look up sky high and clouds are bopping along on the wind. Time for some wonderful cloud staring. Cloud watching can be fun, For it makes me feel different but good. I stretch my eyes high, I can almost feel the clouds that move on the wind. Makes me think and see the whole world is truly spinning around. Gravity keeps my feet on the grassy floor. The wind has a lot of fun with clouds, Making them big, Making them small and extremely fluffy. Like my fluffy pillow. Between the green grasses and all those clouds, Leaves one by one drop softly on my head and at my feet. Wind runs through trees, Looking for anything loose. Now autumn, The wind plays a game of leaf dropping, Catching you out of course. All my clean clothes from the washing machine hang outside on big windy days. Others love the smell of wind on their clothes, For it smells so clean, So fresh and airy. But hanging washing out makes me think of sails that move ships and little boats faster through, Yes, Wind power. That sail as huge fabrics catches all the air, Pushing the ships and little boats forward, Yes wind power. What about the sea, Touched by the wind with ripples and huge waves, For nothing is still but dancing big style. Side to side, Up and down, Around and around, Back and forwards. And what about the birds, Smothered in feathers. Feathers are so very light, The perfect combination for wind. Air currents, Wind currents, And large flocks of geese and birds will fly from country to country called migration. How else can a bird reach the tallest of trees without wind as their companion, Their invisible friend? Did you know the big albatross bird with his huge wings glides like a kite on the wind? And the albatross bird will go all the way around the world. I guess he really does love the wind. And back to me, For I am not a cloud, Not a bird or a tree. But wind runs all around me and through me, Touching and tickling me. Wind makes me feel very alive, Goes up my nose before I can think, Looks down my mouth and throat and into my tummy, Runs through my fingers and thumbs, Tosses my hair, And every tiny hair on my skin is pricked up by the wind. My eyes feel a soft pressure as wind looks me in the eye. The temperature means wind has been to many places. Arctic winds may visit me, So cool, So deeply fresh, That my breath turns to white fog. Or perhaps a hot wind of Mediterranean heat loosens my clothes and I crave for shorts and t-shirts. What about the wind beyond the earth, Into the universe, All around the planets and the stars? For it is invisible, But touches everything. If I take a big breath in now and blow out all my air, Am I not the wind inside of me too? For I feel it as I blow my breath on my skin, A little wind but still the wind. Can the wind send me to sleep? Be so soft, Be gentle, And sway me in my dreamy bed, So I can drift into dreams. Then I shall follow wind into my dreams and play just like you, Dreaming something special about you, And something special about me. So as I drift into sleep, Let wind lift my feet off the ground. Feel the wind under my feet. Feel the wind under my feet. Let me travel by wind and see more and more wonderful things. Although I am human, I think I could fly and fly on this windy dream. After all, It is a dream. Let it take me and be full of lightness, Exciting to move about like the wind. Maybe I will have some fun with a smile on my face. Let me befriend the wind and dream something special about you, And something special about me. Time to float and fly into dreams, And begin my magical fantastic dream.