Welcome to Michelle's Meditation Sanctuary.
You are listening to.
The Get Back to Sleep Collection.
Dreamy meditations.
That will seamlessly transition you.
From charming rainy alcoves.
To Moonlit Gardens.
And cozy fires.
These long flowing visualizations.
We'll meet you should you wake again.
Cozy blanket of sound.
To keep helping you slip back into sleep's embrace.
I'm Michelle.
Your sleepy guide in the middle of the night.
You simply yearn to fall back asleep.
I'm here to help you drift.
Through that delicate space between wakefulness and slumber.
Where you may let go of all pressure.
Travel in some soothing imagery.
Before you and sleep reunite.
The more you listen,
The easier it may become to quiet those late-night thoughts and resume your rest.
Your body is wise.
Will manage to feel rested come morning.
Whether you become fully immersed in each journey.
Or my voice fades into the background.
Here you are safe you are cared for.
And you are free to let your imagination soothe your nervous system.
One breath at a time.
A doubt,
A sigh.
As you sink into the wonderful support of this moment.
And whatever you lie upon.
Inhale through your nose.
Sipping in the promise of the night.
You are healthy.
You are free to rest and release.
Stand down and relax.
Maybe a yawn will arrive.
Maybe you'll fake it and soon find it feels sleepy just the same.
Exhale in another sigh.
Saying to the night.
I surrender.
I am yours The late hour meets you with a promise of rest.
And the mental holiday you need and deserve.
Always feel free to yawn and sigh all you wish as each breath brings you closer to sleep.
It's time to dream away.
And the odyssey,
" Homer said.
There is a time for many words.
And there is also a time for sleep.
Breath by breath.
You may let go of words.
The words in your mind that may convey frustration for being awake too soon.
The words that will lead you on an odyssey of sleep once more.
Even as my words soften the night.
You may let them fade into the quiet.
Whenever you wish to drift to sleep.
You have ample time to rest tonight.
And as you return to slumber.
Your wonderful body.
Will naturally make up for any lost time.
All you need to do now.
Signal your body to soften,
Surrender.
Drift deeper and deeper down.
Release any pressure you might be feeling.
You deserve only kindness and nurturing right now.
Gently slow down.
Any mental activity.
That has started prematurely.
Imagine for a moment.
That your mind has a delicate sound mixing board.
The kind you might find in a recording studio.
You are the engineer.
Of your internal landscape.
Sense those racing thoughts.
Those lingering to-dos.
The Interferences of the Night each like a distinct sound on its own channel.
You know what noise is interfering.
With this time for rest.
So specialize each fader.
To what concerns you now.
Slowly smoothly.
Begin to turn down the volume.
On anything that keeps your mind stirring.
Watch as their edges soften.
And their intensity diminishes.
Fading into a gentle quiet.
Then notice the channels.
Presentations like comfort.
Peace.
Serenity and gentle relaxation.
Gently slide their faders up.
Inviting these feelings to fill your mental space.
Becoming clear.
It's more vibrant.
The pacifying sounds of rest.
Swell within you.
Everything else can wait Now is your special time.
For restoration.
If your body needs a little adjustment.
Perhaps shifting your position.
Fluffing your pillows or wrapping your arms around yourself.
Ain't that comforting,
Huh?
Do whatever feels most supportive.
Comfort yourself with the same tenderness and love.
You would offer someone dear to you.
The safer.
And more relaxed you become.
The more power your imagination has.
To conjure dreamy sleep-inducing images.
Focus on your breath.
As you release everything with a sigh.
Clearing the air.
As you inhale.
You draw in the cool cleansing freshness of the rain kissed air.
Envision the soft blurred edges.
Of a cozy room.
The gentle patter of raindrops on a windowpane.
In the deep soothing gray shades of a rainy night.
Exhale in a sigh.
Breathing out anything.
That doesn't serve this deep state of rest.
Sending it out into the night air.
To dissipate like a gentle mist.
Let's take another healing breath together.
Inhale deeply.
And sense the fresh,
Earthy scent.
That follows a gentle rain.
The rich aroma of Patricor.
Mingling with a homey,
Clean aroma.
Of your cozy space.
The sense of smell is powerful.
And helps transport you to your peaceful haven.
Exhale slowly.
Releasing any tightness in your shoulders.
Any clenching in your jaw.
Any holding in your belly?
Allow your breath to become as soft and still as this picturesque moment.
A storybook setting.
That inspires peaceful dreams.
Let your breath fall into a natural,
Easy rhythm.
As you know every breath brings you.
Closer to the soft edges of slumber.
Each inhalation and exhalation guides you to its mellow,
Restorative embrace.
Imagine yourself in a secret cozy alcove.
I had enough.
Tucked away where the world cannot find you.
The air is cool and damp outside.
But delightfully warm and dry in a sleepy nook.
Rain gently falls.
Its rhythmic patter,
A soothing melody against the glass.
Inviting you to welcome the dreamy feeling.
That the night offers.
In this tranquil,
Undisturbed space.
Take a moment now.
Truly design this alcove in your mind.
A part of a grand Victorian home with ornate antiques and rich colors.
Perhaps it's a loft space in a snug cabin in the woods.
With rustic charm and the scent of pine.
Or maybe a cozy stone cottage by the sea.
With thick walls and a crackling fire in the heart.
What colors soothe you most here?
Imagine the textures of the walls.
Decor that makes it uniquely comforting.
A soft blanket draped over a chair.
A favorite book on a small table.
Flickering,
Flameless candles.
That create a gentle glow.
This is your personal sanctuary.
Your own little knot.
Create it exactly as you desire it.
You are nestled atop a mattress.
Perfectly designed for you.
Covered in plushest bedding.
Wonderfully warm and toasty.
As if just pulled from a warm dryer.
It carries the comforting scent of fresh laundry.
Soft and clean.
This bed offers the right firmness and support.
Contouring around the curves of your body.
You are awake in the middle of the night.
But rather than chase sleep.
You decide to indulge.
In the quiet beauty of the rainy night outside.
There's a mystical feeling in the air.
As you explore an hour.
You may not often consciously experience.
Nestled perfectly.
Within this sacred alcove Your bed offers a calming view of the rain.
Without any intrusion.
This is your private.
Undisturbed place of safety.
Listen to the soft drumming of raindrops.
On a windowpane and room.
Gentle rhythm.
Is the most soporific and soothing lullaby.
On your inner sound mixer.
Notice this rain sound.
Gently slide its fader up.
Allowing its tranquil rhythm.
To fill your mental space.
Pushing other,
Less welcome sounds.
Further into the background.
Allow yourself.
To feel as content as a cat.
Curled up in a warm bed.
The birds sheltered in their nests.
Rabbits in their dens.
And the earth drinking in the gentle rain.
Every part of your being.
Aligns the peaceful cleansing energy of the rain.
You are gently drawn toward harmony.
With this magical night.
A gentle easy smile graces your lips.
Perhaps being awake.
Isn't so bad after all.
When you are able to enjoy the night unfolding around you.
Completely undisturbed.
Allow deep waves of comfort.
Flow through you.
With a soft,
Damp air.
That brushes across your bedding.
Surrounded by layers of safety.
From the sturdy,
Protective,
Angled walls.
Your sacred alcove.
To the persistent rain outside.
You feel a bone-deep sense of ease.
You become as still as the night itself.
Rooted with a tangible sense.
Being grounded in deep peace.
Like rain trickling through the cracks of the earth.
You feel this sense of being grounded.
Doing exactly what you need to be doing.
At the same time.
Your breath takes on the fluidity.
Of the soft rain.
Knows when to surrender.
And simply flow.
Release a slow,
Gentle exhale.
And a soft sigh.
Letting go of anything you no longer need.
As you whisper to yourself.
Sleep comes in with the rain.
This profound message settles within you.
Like a quiet puddle reflecting the dreamy night.
It flows from the ground of your head.
To the tips of your toes.
Ripples of tranquility.
Permeating your skin,
Tissues.
Muscles,
Nerves.
And bone.
Every single cell in your body.
Receives the comforting signal.
That it's perfectly safe to stand down.
You invite in the sleepy,
Dreamy sensation.
That deepens with each soothing breath.
And every gentle patter of rain.
Sleep arrives as easily as the drumming of the rain on the slanted roof.
The soft persistent whisper.
Of the wind through the eaves.
The diffused light of the night.
Bathes the world.
In a hopeful promise.
Feel yourself turning up the volume.
Perhaps.
For comfort.
For serenity.
Let these feelings expand within you.
Sigh again as every muscle becomes softer.
And your bones become heavier.
As they sink into the bed.
Softness is your natural state.
As soft as the misted windowpanes.
As lightweight as the steam rising.
From a warm mouth.
As light as the toasty sheets and quilt.
That wrap around you and hold you in.
Your eyes are tired and heavy.
And the world takes on a dreamy haze.
As you peer up at the West.
Shimmering glass.
Scattered with countless,
Tiny rivulets of water.
In a sleepy moment.
The rain streaks hold gentle messages.
And you notice soft patterns forming.
As you trace them.
With your fingers or maybe your eyes.
Slowly and peacefully.
These messages of tranquility.
Become clearer.
You see the words Serene Night softly shimmering on the glass.
It becomes a gentle,
Enjoyable game.
As her eyes drift across the wet surface.
Naturally gravitating towards messages.
That resonate with you.
This quiet time.
Another phrase comes into view.
Sleep is your haven.
You inhale deeply and sigh.
Letting the message settle.
Your eyes slowly move to the side of the sill.
To rest.
You deserve rest.
You notice as the words appear.
They are almost handwritten in the streams of rain.
Graceful and elegant.
In metallic silver.
And prismatic droplets.
There's a sense of artistry and whimsy to them.
Another phrase gently stands out.
Outlined in the softest shimmering water droplets.
You always deserve peace.
Each massage.
As a gentle,
Silent reminder.
From the vast universe.
Supporting you and guiding you back to sleep.
One more loving message appears.
This message is as helpful for your waking life.
As it is for your sleeping life.
As you gently drift.
These worlds.
A message comes into view.
It's okay to let go.
You feel your eyelids flutter gently.
Becoming heavier as they close.
For a brief while.
Almost there.
.
.
Gently welcoming.
The heady waves of sleepiness.
Unsure of how much time passes.
Your attention drifts below.
In the cinematic glow of outdoor lights.
Tiny raindrops cling to branches.
Creating mesmerizing reflections in the darkness.
The peaceful drip.
Drip of water from the eaves.
Blends harmoniously.
With a soft patter on the roof.
Creating a natural,
Symphonic sleep.
On this rainy night.
The windows are cracked.
Not even an inch.
And the cool damp air.
Feels cleansing and pure as it circulates.
With each inhalation The air gently warms.
As it enters your nose.
Before reaching your lungs.
Allow yourself to appreciate this experience.
From the comfort of this perfect bed.
Fully supported as you rest.
Beneath the soothing sounds of rain.
Cradled in the comforting safety of the bed.
You deeply appreciate.
This cozy alcove.
Your body knows how to sleep.
Just as naturally as all the other beings.
Finding rest on this rainy night.
The nocturnal shades of blue and grey.
Softened by the kiss of the rain streaked light.
Gently connect you.
With the beauty of this dreamy night.
Allow this to remind your mind.
How easily?
You can surrender to rest.
A floating sensation arrives.
As you drift on the waves of sleep.
That underlay like the ripples on a puddle.
So very tired.
So very much at ease.
Sleep is one of the most natural and necessary responses to feeling this tire.
It follows gently.
When you feel safe secure,
Intended to.
Your heart rate naturally slows down.
Your body welcoming the chance to go slower.
As you embrace each soothing sensation.
Your breath deepens effortlessly.
Once more you remember You are the loving engineer.
Of your own peace your breath and now the serene rainy night.
Softly celebrate.
This wonderful gift you possess.
The ability to transport yourself.
To any peaceful place you desire.
As you gently approach.
Bleary edge of sleep.
Your body feels heavier Your attention goes further inward.
Connecting with a serene rhythm.
Of your breath.
Perhaps you begin to count.
Each inhale and exhale.
With each count.
You become more sleepy.
Your body becomes heavier.
Did you feel the sweet,
Persistent tug of sleep?
It invites you to come along.
And return to the dreamscapes.
Inspired by your imagination.
And these moments in the rainy night.
One.
To heal.
Breathe.
For.
Bye.
Drifting deeper and deeper.
Into this soothing experience.
Sex.
Seven.
9 ham.
Letting go a little more.
With each soft exhale.
Just like the gentle fading of the rainstorm.
Eleven.
Well their routine.
14.
Fifteen.
Allow yourself to fully embrace.
Stillness of the night.
Feeling a profound and peaceful connection.
The natural world surrounding you.
Gentle persistent rain.
Acts as a wise guardian.
Its calming presence.
Filling the air with a message that all may be cleansed.
The countless raindrops on the windows seem to encourage you.
You are always welcome to seek their timeless wisdom.
Their gentle messages softly illuminating the night.
When you inhale softly and deeply.
You gently draw in.
The complete tranquility of this rainy night.
And with each soft exhale.
You are soothed and cleansed.
Everything in this moment.
Feel soft.
Healing.
Gentle rhythmic drumming.
Of the rain on the roof.
The whistling wind that joins the rain.
The luminous glow of the outside light.
Filtering through the wet glass.
Any earlier worries or concerns.
Are like distant forgotten shadows.
In the soft glow of your secret alcove.
On your inner sound mixer.
Their tiny knobs are now.
At the lowest setting.
Their presence completely faded.
Gently release your hold on them.
And trust that the peaceful universe will be yours.
Is here to gently support you.
The cascading rain.
Shimmers with promise.
The promise of deep rest.
Easy renewal.
This night offers a time for deep rest.
And for gentle exploration.
Of all the soothing and peaceful places.
At your own wonderful imagination.
Can create in your dreamscape.
As you gently flow.
Beneath the waking world.
And the world of dreams.
Allow yourself to conjure images.
And places that bring you the most profound sense.
Of peace.
And comfort.
Tell me now.
There is no need to push.
Or long for sleep Simply trust that it's arrival.
Will come as naturally and easily.
As the rain drops gently pooling.
And the smooth surfaces outside guided by the gentle flow of the night.
Gently surrender to the peaceful rain.
Safe and secure.
In the quiet sanctuary.
Of your secret rainy alcove.
The easy breeze.
And the streaming rain.
It brings a wave of peace.
That washes over your body.
You softly follow this peaceful sensation.
As you scan your body.
Beginning at the soles of your feet and toes.
Tucked beneath the crisp yet soft skin.
Warm cotton sheets the rain tells them.
It's time to sleep.
Your ankles and your calves.
Softly surrender to sleep.
Your knees,
Your thighs.
And your hips gently let go.
And drift into peaceful sleep.
Your pelvis your sacral chakra.
Your tailbone and your spine.
Gently surrender to sleep.
Completely support it.
By the peaceful stillness of the night.
Your belly softly rises and falls.
With each gentle breath.
Letting go into a peaceful sleep.
Your ribs,
Your shoulders.
Your bath.
Your upper arms,
Your elbows your forearms and your wrists.
Gently surrender to sleep.
Your open palms and soft fingers.
Are held open to receive the complete.
Comforts us sleep You're next.
Your jaw.
Gentle muscles of your face.
You're lit.
Your eye.
And your eyebrows.
Softly surrender to sleep.
Even your ears and scalp.
Can gently drift into peaceful sleep.
Your body.
Feeling more deeply relaxed.
Than perhaps it has in a long time.
Now a gentle conduit.
For your mind to follow.
Effortlessly power down.
For deep healing sleep.
In the heart of this rainy night.
You find an ever-growing sense.
Gentle ease.
Natural as the powder of rain.
Streaming down the windows.
As delicate as the mist.
Rising from the wet ground.
And the ethereal,
Rhythmic trickling of water.
You make gentle adjustments.
Feeling completely in control.
Of where your peaceful thoughts drift.
Everything now comes with grace.
Your relaxation.
Your soft breathing.
The peaceful trusting openness of your mind.
As you gently welcome deep healing sleep.
Beneath a vast and tranquil expanse.
Of the rain-filled sky.
Your breath remains your gentle anchor.
As do these soft grounding words.
That appear like soft lights.
Flashing upon the darkness.
Of your island.
They drift like soft light shimmering on the windowpane.
And you feel their reassurance.
Enveloping you I am at peace.
I am ready for sleep.
Those old interferences of the night Barely a whisper now.
Soften.
Fading.
Kindly open yourself to this natural gift.
Always available to you.
As you fully embrace the gift of sleep.
Allow yourself to softly drift.
In the peaceful darkness.
As if a fallen leaf.
Floating downstream with a rippling rain.
Gently letting go.
As a natural tides of sleep.
Guide you to deep restoration.
Sleep may find you here.
Perhaps your thoughts begin to wander once more.
To the next journey.
Allow your mind to wander to a picturesque setting.
Led by the sound of the falling rain.
Find yourself standing on the porch of a home.
The home that lives in your dreams.
You stepped outside in the night.
Unable to sleep.
Knowing this time offers a beautiful landscape to take in.
It's not often you get to observe the world when it's asleep.
And so you relish the quietude.
Still in your pajamas.
You stand beneath the eaves as the rain cascades down the awning.
You close your eyes.
Listen to the pattern.
Mesmerizing percussion on the leaves.
Soft hush over everything.
Drop after drop.
Finding its way home to the earth.
The air comes to kiss your skin.
With a soft,
Rainy mist.
Cool and soothing.
The rain lands on silky petals of gardenia.
And wet roses.
Imparting the fragrance of the blooms.
It marries the scent of clean rain.
Flowers receive the rain with appreciation.
You peer out beyond the white railing where your hands find a steady grip.
See the garden.
The deep shades.
Nocturnal blues and shadowy grays.
The petals,
Pinks,
Oranges,
Yellows and purples reflect the light.
The small pools of water within the lilies make you wish you could be small enough.
Float in their perfumed baths.
The raindrops that settle on the blooms.
Find stillness for a little while.
Becoming prisms.
Magical orbs capture the surrounding beauty of the night.
Reflecting the scenes beyond them.
In dreamy detail.
Whole dark garden.
Glistens and recedes.
You have always known this garden.
The special place around you.
Perhaps from a dream.
Maybe from an illustration.
In a storybook.
You read as a child.
Or maybe it was depicted.
And a greeting card.
The galleries of a museum.
Featuring impressionist paintings.
But somehow.
Even on your very first visit.
It already feels like home.
There's a sense of relief in this mystical garden.
The particular feeling.
Finding somewhere.
That expects nothing from you.
There's a porch swing with thick chains suspended.
From a wooden beam overhead.
Its bench is wide and deep.
Covered with plush cushions and throw pillows in your favorite hues.
Swings slightly.
Creaking softly.
While remaining tucked beneath the overhanging roof.
Where the rain can't reach you.
You lower yourself into it.
And it seems to have been shaped for exactly your body.
Exactly tonight.
Completely dry.
Completely sheltered.
Just beyond the railing.
The whole garden drinks in the storm.
You watch it for a while.
Swinging yourself gently to and fro The motion calms you deeply.
Familiar sense of being rocked to sleep.
Invites your nervous system to settle.
Flowers bow gently.
Under the weight of raindrops.
Their petals silver.
Wherever the light catches them.
Leaves shimmer.
Flickers of moonlight.
Each time the storm clouds thin.
Beautiful saucer moon.
High and mighty behind them.
Shadows shift slowly.
Across the wet grass.
That undulates like a sea of green blades.
Everything is soft and reassuring.
Taking its time.
The garden breathes.
Thinks no one is looking.
Most nights.
No one is.
That's part of the magic.
Being up at this unusual hour.
You get to observe.
It's a brief detour from sleep.
Just as dreamy and pacifying as slumber is.
In its own unique way.
Every being is hunkered down.
In a dry hideaway.
And all the souls you know.
You're asleep right now.
And in this small pocket of wakefulness.
You are given a private window.
To the part of the world.
Rests with an audience.
Cloud-covered stars.
The moon that peeks beyond.
Concealed beyond the plum black clouds.
You are the sole witness.
The rain is a blessing for the garden.
Not the inconvenience sometimes considered to be.
Just the same as being up at this hour.
No longer feels.
Like an inconvenience.
To you.
You settle.
The garden grows and thrives in the night.
Petals unfurl after midnight.
And the roots expand and claim their space.
The garden has slowed down.
All the way tonight.
And you slow down with it.
And peppered throughout the garden.
Are fantastical statues.
Tiny fairies with glistening wings.
Silly garden gnomes that add levity.
But also a sense of safety.
Your own breath.
Begins to match the slow cadence.
Of the falling rain.
You inhale slowly and alone.
To let out a sigh.
With a steady patter on waxy green leaves.
Feeling of peace.
Simply washes over you.
Away the clean rain.
Washes over the stone path.
The mossy edges of the garden bed.
The way it settles into the soil.
Without asking permission first.
Your slow return to sleepiness arrives now with a yawn.
Growing feeling of headiness.
And a heaviness in your limbs.
You rise slowly.
Just when you feel ready.
With no clock to keep time.
You step off the port.
Under the shelter.
Of a long wooden pergola.
That runs the length of the garden path.
The rain patters steadily.
Just beyond the beams above you.
Close enough.
To hear every drum.
Far enough.
That none of it touches you.
The overhang offers dry protection from the rain.
Wisteria spills down from the lattice overhead.
Heavy cascade.
Deep purple blossoms.
Drooping low and heavy with rain.
Your steps grow slower as you walk.
Without much intention.
Tiredness.
Moving in slowly with a storm.
Path beneath your feet.
A cool,
Slightly damp carpet of walls.
A low-lying mist.
Rises around your feet.
Silvery lavender hue.
Undulates with its own slithering tides.
Forget me not.
Brush against your ankles as you pass.
Somewhere just beyond the garden.
Water collects.
In a stone basin.
The steady drops are musical.
Almost dulcet tones.
That become a lullaby.
Without trying.
Or even considering.
Each step.
Brings you closer to sleep.
Each drop of rain.
Invites a little more tiredness.
A bit more surrender.
The storm stirs a yearning.
To settle in again for the night.
Sink into your blankets.
And let the rain play on halfway down the pergola.
The lights of the tiny garden cottage.
Twinkle and flare through the rain.
It beckons you to come rest.
A simple kare.
Space for when you see.
Comfort.
Solitude.
It's a special place.
Just for you.
Simple yet lofty space.
With dozens of small panes of glass.
Stained-glass designs.
Face the Rose Garden.
And create the blooms.
In an artistic mosaic.
Narrow stone path.
Leads you toward it.
The cool stones.
Massaging the arches of your feet.
As you scuttle along.
The rain reaches you briefly.
Before you arrive at the front step.
That leads into the cottage.
Stained glass door is slightly ajar.
Welcoming you.
You push it gently.
Step inside.
Warm,
Dry air.
Wraps around you in an embrace.
Garden cottage.
The essence of a child's playhouse.
But it's more luxurious.
And more equipped to offer the best comforts.
Cottage is reserved for you.
With every detail designed to suit your preferences.
There's a small basin of warm water and lavender oil.
Where you rinse the cool rain.
Remnants of the outdoors from your feet.
You dry off with a towel.
Been perfectly rolled in a wicker basket.
And feels warm.
Freshly pulled from the dryer.
It's a simple feeling.
But it resonates deep.
The warm cotton meets your skin.
Arriving at the garden cottage.
Feels almost like a holiday.
You never had to plan for.
Sacred little retreat.
I was simply here.
Hidden away in the garden.
The whole time.
Waiting for when you need it and escape.
Escape from your thoughts.
From the noise of the world.
It's your private garden sanctuary.
The center of the room.
A king-sized four poster bed.
The mattress is remarkably plush.
Yet also firm and supportive.
Designed to cradle your body.
The way it needs.
Pillows are abundant.
Enough to make a cave around you if you choose.
The linens are cool and breathable.
Almost otherworldly.
Their soft and silky feel.
With a heavy duvet resting atop the sheets.
They offer all the comforts.
Of a five-star hotel.
There's a knitted blanket.
Folded neatly at the foot of the bed.
Stitched with patience and love.
It's the perfect way It's the kind of thing It makes your whole body exhale.
Before you've even climbed beneath it.
A single voter.
In an antique white glass lantern.
Waits to be lit by you.
You find an antique lighter.
And flick it on.
The wick catching the flame with ease.
Candle flickers.
And casts the room in a dance of soft,
Honeyed light.
The walls of the cottage.
Are lined with ivory wood.
Softened by the glow of the candle.
You settle deeply.
And inhale to take in.
The smells of lavender.
Clean rain.
Roses and fresh linen.
Your eyes now so tired and heavy.
Scan the karet.
And land on the skylight.
Stretches across the slanted ceiling.
Rain trails down the panes.
Winding,
Glittering streams.
Catching the light.
The single candle.
Along the far wall.
Mullioned windows open just a crack.
Cool garden air.
Drifts steadily inside.
The perfect temperature.
Part D sleep.
You settle into the bed.
The mattress receives you completely.
And you sink into it.
Like a smooth stone.
Drifting down,
Down,
Down.
To the still depths of a riverbed.
All that kept you stirring in the night.
Thoughts and feelings.
Dissolve in this space.
Tension melts.
As you enjoy a song.
Total settling.
All around you.
You pull the blanket up over your shoulders and its way.
The good kind of heavy.
The kind that says.
You are held now.
You don't have to hold yourself.
Anymore.
Your body begins to catch up.
To where you already are.
Your feet go heavy first.
Sinking into the mattress.
Having carried you faithfully to this haven.
The leaded feeling.
Travel slowly up through your legs.
Until day two.
Surrender into the bed.
Your hips part just a hair.
Opening and settling as well.
Your belly rises and falls.
Softly.
And as easy as the falling rain.
Your chest softens with each breath.
Your ribs expand gently.
And let go.
Your shoulders sink down and away from your ears.
Dropping the laughs.
Of whatever the day left sitting there.
Your hands come to rest.
Loose and open.
Top of the duvet.
Feeling the cool air.
Land on them.
Your expression softens.
Your face reveals contentment as you welcome the return of sleep.
It finds you.
Here.
Relax at ease.
Serene.
There's a special kind of bliss.
Reserved for being tucked in here.
The sweet little cottage.
Where you nestle.
And settle.
The rain still falls above you.
Soothing against the skylight glass.
It keeps you company.
Each drop works.
Carry something away.
Something that no longer serves you here.
The thoughts that once stir.
Softening.
Fading at the edges.
Dissolved in the rain.
You never need to look for.
Her weight firstly It always finds you.
Your body knows how to welcome it now.
Tucked into this nest of comfort.
This space.
Imagined by you.
A magical place.
Where sleep waits for you.
The comforting warm cottage.
And its sturdy walls.
Seemed to whisper with the rain.
They offer the promise.
All is well here.
That you are safe.
The bed keeps you supported.
Intended to.
The rain continues to patter.
With a promise.
Its sleep-inducing songs.
Will continue.
Long after you've fallen back to sleep.
Just as the cottage.
Promises to offer the soothing getaway.
Where you are safe and dry.
Far away.
From all that kept you up into the night.
Becomes a shield from all distractions.
It's a sanctuary.
Healing.
And resetting.
You linger.
The in-between wakefulness and sleep.
Floating in the space.
Where dreams begin.
You revel in the bone-deep,
Reassuring sense.
All will be okay You follow this feeling.
Intoxicating sense of safety and freedom.
Simply dress.
Every breath brings you closer to rest once more.
And if and when.
A stray thought arrives.
It moves like one more raindrop.
Landing on the skylight glass.
Thriving.
Slipping.
Until it's gone You don't have to catch it.
You don't have to follow it anywhere.
It runs its course down the glass.
Disappears into the night.
You are so cozy in this garden cottage.
Tucked beneath the rain.
Clouds the stars.
The hiding full moon But you finally let go all the way.
Nothing waiting.
On this other side of sleep.
That can't wait a little longer.
And sleep becomes too alluring to resist.
This place of warmth.
Rain and rest.
You slowly get lost.
The soft spaces between the reins.
You find yourself lingering.
The pauses between my words.
And slowly without expectation.
And so very gradually.
You let go of my voice.
And great sleep fully.
Welcoming it back.
With all its restoration and softness.
The rainy world.
The Glistening Garden.
Fade away There is nothing to do.
And follow wherever the night carries you next.
And if you are still awake.
It's perfectly alright.
As you may journey into the next sleepy tale.
Let this nocturnal interlude offer a chance for play.
As you inspire the dreams that will come.
This sweet detour brings us on a scenic route.
Led by the gentle clicks of a train in motion.
Agatha Christie wrote.
One of the pleasantest things in the world.
Is to be on a train.
For a train is a world in itself.
And it has a rhythm.
Peculiar peace.
Delve into that sense of peace.
Dragging you back and forth.
As the train moves through the night.
Let it be the nurturing sound that soothes you.
As you wrap your arms around yourself.
In a gender,
Huh?
Tend to yourself with kindness as you draw inward.
The safer you feel.
The more you realize.
That everything about this moment.
Is serene and unfolding just as it should.
Slowing down your breath.
Your heart rate soon follows.
And your mind becomes a canvas for dreaming.
You are in full control.
But it somehow feels so easy.
A wand appears in your hand.
And you feel the slender,
Cool handle in your palm.
Your fingers wrap around it.
Feeling a delightful and transformative energy.
Traveling throughout you.
With a gentle wave,
Sparkling particles appear in the air.
They are cleansing.
Yet also inspiring.
Wave the wand throughout your body.
Alleviating any places of holding or tension.
As you return to yourself.
Allow this wand to touch upon thoughts.
Dark corners of your mind.
Places that could use an uplifting moment.
The wand waves throughout your body.
A glittery stream of stars remain.
Sparkling with hope.
And reminding you.
Of the night.
Beauty.
Magic.
Watch as the world softens.
And you approach each moment.
With a sense of wonder.
And should any concern or thought arise.
Creep in.
That has no place in this beautiful mindscape.
Remember your ones.
And use it to whisk.
Any peace disruptors away.
The wand leaves contrasting waves of warmth.
And a cool,
Soothing tingle.
As your nerve cells stand down.
And all tension evaporate.
It brings you to the present moment.
With us remarkably unique.
Tactile sensations.
As everything can wait.
You feel the cool,
Glimmering magic of it all.
As you embrace simply feeling good.
And as you find yourself.
Settling deeper.
Your attention turns to your breath.
How powerful it feels.
To be able to conduct each breath.
Brimming with the intention.
To enjoy the night.
Exhale and sigh.
Clearing the air.
One ready.
Inhale through your nose and take your time.
Enjoy the expansion of your abdomen.
Oxygen fills you.
Then travels throughout your body.
With a message of peace.
Find that you're breath.
Begins to match the steady tempo of the train.
Clicking and clacking.
As you inhale.
Maybe yawn.
And let everything go in a sigh.
Feel yourself journeying.
Below a vast star-filled sky.
And the deep soothing shades.
Of a peaceful night.
Exhale in a sigh.
Breathing out anything that doesn't serve this deep state of rest.
Sending it out into the night air.
Dissipate like a gentle mist.
That hovers just above the tracks.
Let's take another healing breath together.
Inhale deeply.
And sense the unique sense of the night.
Earthy smell of a charming village as you pass through.
The salty air of the seaside.
Or the crisp,
Clean air of the mountains.
Exhale slowly.
Releasing any tightness in your shoulders.
And a clenching in your jaw.
Any holding in your belly.
Allow your breath to become as soft and still.
As this picturesque moment.
A storybook setting viewed.
From the panoramic windows.
Of a night train.
Let your breath fall into.
A natural,
Easy rhythm.
As you sense every breath.
Bringing you closer.
The soft edges of slumber.
Each inhalation and exhalation.
Brings you through time and space.
As you find yourself aboard a timeless train.
Designed to surpass even your greatest expectations.
What a sleeper train could be like.
Seated in the lounge of this train.
You sink into the velvety plush cushions of an armchair.
The train car is accented with colors.
That you find the most soothing.
Moonlight pours in.
Through the skylight.
And panoramic glass windows.
You have the train to yourself.
In this world within a world.
Where everything teems.
With magical possibilities.
You wear the most comfortable,
Elegant pajamas.
A long sleeve button-down shirt.
And matching pants.
With ivory trim.
Your initials are monogrammed on the pocket.
And a matching robe in your favorite hue.
Draped over the back of the chair.
Breathable fabric of your sleepwear.
Allows you to feel.
Cool,
Crisp night air.
Circulates gently throughout the train car.
Imbued with a ridge.
Ever-changing aromas of the landscape it traverses through.
The cabin is a contained sanctuary in motion.
Bringing you through a landscape.
And the ultimate comfort.
The rhythmic clatter of the wheels on the tracks.
Is a steady,
Soothing hum.
And the air is rich.
With a scent of polished brass and wood.
And steeping tea.
You rise and stretch.
Feeling both tired and awake.
As you find your balance.
You take the robe and put it on.
Tightening the belt around your waist.
And a comforting hug.
You feel drawn to explore this world in motion.
Gliding silently down the quiet corridor.
Until you discover the glass door.
That opens to the observation platform.
This open-air death.
At the very end of the car.
Offers a rush.
Cool night air.
Kisses your face.
As you step out and grasp a silver railing.
The world outside speeds by.
Perhaps villages,
Forests.
Mountains are a seaside view.
From this remarkable vantage point.
We remain perfectly still and calm.
Above.
The sky is a gradient.
Deep blue black and purple.
That you've not seen before.
The celestial display sparkles more brightly.
Showcasing more stars than you normally witness.
Grateful observer.
Of this nocturnal splendor.
Sacred beauty of the night.
Unfolds just for you.
A warm,
Peaceful feeling swells in your chest.
You are awake.
But you are not stressed or anxious.
You are simply present.
Calm observer.
In a world that is moving so fast around you.
The experience.
Is both exhilarating yet deeply restful.
Standing on the deck.
Your feet naturally shift your weight.
Back and forth.
Keeping your balance with ease.
With your eyes closed.
You have a heightened awareness of the tactile sensations of this journey.
Gentle mist lands on your lips.
As you inhale the pristine air.
Which tastes of pure freedom.
As it fills your lungs.
It drains deep vibrations and gentle rocking.
Transform your journey.
To a feeling of effortless flight.
As if you are sailing through the dark landscape.
You are a silent passenger an awaking dream.
Completely untethered and at peace.
Your robe flutters gently in the night air.
Once more adding to the feeling of light.
As the train weaves its way.
Along a silver ribbon of tracks.
Slithers through the forest.
You open your eyes once more.
Feeling a heaviness this time.
A yearning for them to soon rest.
But before you do.
.
.
You desire to enjoy.
These final outdoor moments.
Little while longer you peer up at the sky.
The stars seem to hold messages.
You may notice soft patterns forming.
As you trace them with your gaze.
Slowly and peacefully.
These messages of tranquility become clearer.
You see the words.
Next stop,
Serenity.
Softly shimmering in the constellation.
Making out these messages.
Becomes uneasy.
Enjoyable game.
As your eyes drift across the sky.
Naturally gravitating toward messages.
That resonate.
In this quiet time.
Perhaps they have always been there.
Or maybe you are simply conjuring them.
Or maybe the universe is conspiring right now.
To remind you.
That peace is a natural state.
The explanation behind this.
Doesn't matter.
Because the soothing effect.
Of these messages.
Remains the same.
Another glittering phrase comes into view.
Peaceful arrivals.
You inhale deeply and sigh.
Letting the message settle.
As you consider all the peaceful arrivals.
That would appeal to you right now.
You notice as the words appear.
They seem handwritten.
In a familiar scroll.
Graceful.
And elegant.
There's a sense of artistry and whimsy to them Another phrase gently stands out.
Outline.
And the softest.
Shimmering starlight.
Next destination.
Sleep.
And dwell the destination.
Offers such promise.
You've enjoyed this journey on the night train so much.
You almost wish for it to last.
A while longer.
And then you realize.
You may continue.
On this journey.
Well into the night.
As you drift through your dreams.
Quieter you become internally.
The more you hear the world around you.
Your attention tuning to the sounds of the train.
Gentle insistent cadence.
Whisper soft,
Rhythmic incantations.
Carried on the steady clatter of the wheels.
Are safe.
Go now.
Rest.
Is here.
The whispers are a simple,
Repetitive message.
Carried on the steady vibration.
Quieting your mind.
Until there is nothing left.
But the train's song.
You feel the sound.
Massaging your mind.
Offering a delightful sensation.
And a loving reminder.
At every rocking motion.
Is taking you closer to the deepest sleep.
Carrying you home.
With this deep feeling.
Being at home.
While so far from home.
You feel safe.
Ready to rest.
A familiar sleepy tongue.
Urges you to head back inside.
To the warm,
Cozy interior of the train.
You glide back through the corridor.
Each step heavy.
With peaceful exhaustion.
Drawn toward your private sleeper cabin.
When you arrive.
Polished wooden door.
Slightly ajar revealing a luxurious plush bed.
And dark silk wallpaper.
And mahogany wood wainscotting.
Gentle sway of the train.
Is even more pronounced here.
A subtle rocking motion.
That feels perfectly suited.
To lull you into sleep the soft rhythmic sound of the train on the tracks.
Brings a consistent pacing.
Easy to get lost in.
You enter the cabin.
Illuminated by the soft golden light.
Of hand-crafted glass sconces.
And the cool silver moonlight.
Filtering through.
Panoramic glass.
While some of the decor of the sleeping car.
Elements of another time.
You find mementos throughout.
Framed photos.
Personalized accessories.
And familiar pieces that are yours.
It enhances sense.
This cabin is your personal place for rest.
You peer out on the night.
One last time.
Watching the world pass by.
In a bleary haze of nocturnal hues.
Then,
You draw the heavy velvet curtains closed.
And peel back the downy comforter.
You turn off the lights.
And sink into the bed.
Mountain of pillows supporting you.
As was she.
Cool and luxurious against your skin.
Invite you deeper into rest.
Gentle rocking of the train.
As an ancient soothing motion.
A mother's embrace.
Cradle rocking you.
To a timeless place.
For healing and restoration.
Your body and mind.
Surrender.
To this mesmerizing comforting rhythm.
Your eyes are so heavy.
Body so tired.
That you are happy.
For this bit.
Racing through the landscape.
Beneath the stars.
You sink into its support knowing that sleep may bring you to any dream.
Any cherished place you wish to go.
The sense of fluidity returns.
As you settle into the bed.
Your head atop a mountain of pillows.
A welcome draft comes in.
The air is cool on your face.
And perfect to get you to deep sleep.
Lingering scent of the night outside.
Harmoniously joins the smell of fresh linens.
The sounds.
Smells.
And the sensations.
Are a sleep aid in themselves.
Allow yourself.
To appreciate this experience.
The comfort of this perfect night.
Fully supported as you drift on the train.
Clicking and clacking.
Become the sounds that lead you to sleep.
Your body knows how to sleep.
Just as naturally as all the other beings.
That vine rest on this quiet night.
You feel yourself letting go of it all.
Welcoming the incoming waves of sleep that arrive.
The train rocks you back and forth.
A floating sensation comes.
Drifting on the waves of sleep.
That undulate.
Gentle ripples.
On the tracks.
So very tired so very much at ease.
Her heart rate naturally slows down.
Your body welcoming the chance to go slower.
As you embrace each soothing sensation.
He raised the wand once more.
This time.
Leaving sparkling celestial light.
Everywhere in your body.
Feel the coolness of its reach.
Finding every cell.
Inviting them to sleep.
With each gentle wave.
Of the sleepy wand.
You count.
Becoming more relaxed.
As your body becomes heavier.
Harmony with a chugging train.
Comes the sweet,
Welcome tugging of slumber.
Invites you to come along.
And return to the dreamscapes.
Inspired by your imagination.
And the sound rest.
Of the night train.
In motion.
One.
Too.
3 more Bye Drifting deeper and deeper.
Into the soft cushion Sex.
Seven.
Night.
10.
Letting go a little more.
With each gentle exhale.
Approaching the bleary borders of sleep.
As dreamy as the blurry world.
Beyond the train windows.
Well.
13.
Parting.
15.
The ground of your head.
The soles of your feet.
Every fiber of your being.
Embraces the stillness of the night.
Feeling profoundly relaxed ready for sleep.
My voice fades away.
As the drains soft sound.
Continue to lull you.
As you simply give in.
Surrendering to the ever gentle sway of the train car.
Is every part of you.
Welcomes the comforting,
Healing arrival of slumber.
Perhaps this is where sleep finds you,
Somewhere between one peaceful mental journey and the next.
But you may also linger a little longer.
Simply drifting onward.
Toward another soothing place that waits for you.
Although it may not be the most ideal time to be awake.
Let's embrace the softness and beauty.
Of this nocturnal moment.
Signal your body to soften.
Surrender.
And drip.
Deeper and deeper down.
Release any pressure you might be feeling.
As you become a loving parent to yourself.
Soothing yourself remembering that it's all okay.
And you are doing your best to slow down.
And ease back to sleep.
Now you have all the control.
Paintbrushes in your hands.
To create a beautiful oasis.
Feel the handle.
Clutched in your fingers.
Painting gracefully.
Against the canvas of the night sky.
A colorful brushstroke.
Clears all thoughts and dues and concerns.
They can wait for the daytime.
When you cram more than enough into one day.
This time is sacred.
And special.
It's meant for you to have enjoyment and recovery.
It's a moment when all your cells can go on a nightly vacation.
That they have more than earned.
Nothing can take away this holiday.
It's yours to enjoy.
Watch as the edges of everything soften like watercolors.
Fluid and dreamy.
Whenever something arises.
A thought or feeling.
Sense where it manifests in your body.
And imagine picking up the paintbrush.
The plush,
Wide,
Soft bristles.
Are dripping in a soothing,
Cool balm.
It settles your nerve cells.
And eases tension.
The paintbrush glides.
Across places of holding.
Pacifying sensations of rest.
Swell within you.
Everything can wait.
You feel the cool,
Liquid magic of it all.
As you embrace lightness.
And fluidity.
And as you find yourself settling deeper.
Always allow for a little adjustment.
Perhaps shifting your position,
Fluffing your pillows.
Or wrapping your arms around yourself.
In a comforting hug.
Do whatever feels most supportive.
As we continue to get closer to sleep.
Comfort yourself.
With the same tenderness and love.
You would offer someone dear to you.
Welcome your vulnerabilities.
And give them space and love.
Bedtime is a time for vulnerability.
Feeling safe in this vulnerable time.
Empowers you.
And as your breath.
Is another source of power.
Allow your focus to turn to it.
As you release everything with a sigh.
Clearing the air as you inhale.
You draw in the cool,
Cleansing freshness of the night air.
Envision the flickering glow of a cozy campfire.
The vast star-filled sky above.
And the deep soothing shades.
Of a peaceful night.
Exhale in a sigh.
Breathing out anything.
That doesn't serve this deep state of rest.
Sending it out.
Into the night air.
Dissipate.
Like a gentle mist.
Let's take another healing breath together.
Inhale deeply.
And sense the fresh,
Earthy scent of pine.
And the comforting aroma of wood smoke.
Mingling with the clean,
Crisp air of the night.
The sense of smell is powerful.
And helps transport you to your peaceful haven.
Exhale slowly.
Releasing any tightness in your shoulders.
Any clenching in your jaw.
Holding in your belly.
Allow your breath.
Become as soft and still.
As this picturesque moment.
A storybook setting.
Inspires peaceful dreams.
Let your breath fall into a natural,
Easy rhythm.
As you sense every breath.
Bringing you to the soft edges of slumber.
Each inhalation.
Exhalation.
Brings you closer to its mellow,
Restorative embrace.
And just as Albert Camus.
Found himself beneath the stars.
Reveling in the beauty of a night sky.
You too may take advantage.
Of being conscious.
During this magical time.
Since you find yourself awake.
Why not indulge in the night's enchantments?
While the rest of the world.
Quietly dozes.
Imagine yourself.
Gently stirring.
Quiet of the night.
Not with frustration.
But in what feels like a personal invitation from the moon.
Come and join it.
Instead of tossing and turning.
Your eyes softly.
Drawn by the serene call of the outdoors.
You step out into the cool crisp night air.
And find yourself in a tranquil mountainside forest.
Where a cozy campfire awaits you.
The flames kiss the night air.
As a squiggly trail of plum black smoke.
Swirls through the heavy.
Yet feathery branches of pine trees.
The amber glow illuminates the path as you approach.
The scent of pine and wood smoke.
Is both comforting welcoming.
Beyond the clearing.
Where a perfect pile of three logs succumb to the flames in a metal barrel.
Distant peaks of mountains offer protection.
Tranquil lake shimmers.
Under the vast,
Stardusted sky.
Glassy blue surface.
Reflecting the distant mountains.
And the conifers that line the lakeshore.
And while all this beauty has a sense of familiarity.
There is something otherworldly.
And deeply sacred.
This moment.
You can't quite articulate it.
Or put a finger on it.
But the feeling is so sublime and dreamy.
You simply enjoy the way it makes you feel.
Awe-inspiring.
Uplifting.
Calming.
The night offers a maternal energy.
A wordless exchange.
That makes you feel to your core.
You are supported.
And okay.
You settle into your ideal fireside seat.
That is as comfortable.
And cozy.
As being in bed.
Listen to the soundtrack.
Of this clear night.
Soft rhythmic crackle and pop of the burning logs.
Subtle whisper of the breeze through the evergreens.
And the almost imperceptible lapping of the lake against the shore.
With the occasional splash of a fish.
Feel the deep,
Radiating warmth from the flames.
And how it contrasts with the mountain air.
Comforting blend of coolness and heat.
Finding balance.
The flames dance.
Telling a story.
Encouraging your eyes to become glassy.
As you get lost in the orange gold light.
Once more.
The ethereal energy of the space reveals itself.
You watch your thoughts.
Worries any restlessness.
Transform into tiny bright sparks.
Taking flight.
At will.
You can focus.
On an individual spark.
And it becomes like an orange globe.
Revealing your thoughts playing out within.
Like a play on a stage.
You feel a sense of detachment.
As you become the observer.
An audience member.
In this unique experience.
And as you use this power to investigate.
And then release.
You watch as all the sparks rise gracefully.
Into the dark canvas of the sky.
Shimmering for a moment.
Before dissolving into the vastness.
Leaving your mind clear to mine.
Each spark.
Carries away a piece of what held you awake.
Leaving behind only peace.
You consider the paintbrush of your imagination once more.
Holding the brush in your hand.
Wherever the brush goes.
It enhances the experience.
You paint the night.
Making the stars more vivid.
Crackling sounds of the fire become louder.
Filling your mental space.
Pushing other,
Less welcome sounds.
Further into the background.
For a moment.
Consider all the creatures.
Share this night with you.
Sleeping peacefully in trees and hollows.
And in the cool light.
The languid tempo of the trees rustling.
Matches the slow breaths.
Are the sweet animals of the forest.
They sigh in deep sleep.
You yawn.
Feeling a wave of tiredness come in.
Every part of your being aligned.
With a peaceful energy of the fire.
As you are gently drawn toward harmony.
With this magical night.
Gentle,
Easy smile.
Grace is your lip.
Perhaps being away.
Isn't so bad after all.
When you are able to enjoy the night unfolding around you.
Undisturbed.
As the logs become embers and sparks.
Lighting up the dark.
Deep waves of comfort flow through you.
With a warm gentle air.
That surrounds the campfire.
Surrounded by layers of safety.
From the sturdy,
Protective mountains.
To the sky piercing evergreen trees.
To the vast,
Peaceful canvas of stars.
You feel a bone-deep sense of ease.
You become as still.
As the night itself.
Rooted with a tangible sense of being grounded in deep peace.
At the same time.
Her breath takes on the gentle sway of the flames.
Knows when to surrender.
And simply flow.
Take a slow,
Gentle exhale.
Perhaps even a soft sigh.
And release anything you no longer need.
You whisper to yourself.
Comes with a fire's glow.
This message settles within you.
Like a quiet ember.
Glowing softly in the darkness.
The energy of the message flows from the crown of your head.
To the tips of your toes.
Wave of tranquility.
Permeating your skin,
Tissues,
Muscles.
Nerves.
Bones.
Every single cell in your body.
Receives the comforting signal.
It's perfectly safe to stand down.
You invite in.
The sleepy,
Dreamy sensation.
Deepens with each soothing breath.
And every gentle crackle of the fire.
Sleep comes as easily.
The soft glow.
The embers.
As the gentle,
Persistent sussurations.
Of the wind through the trees.
As the diffused light of the night.
Bathes the world in a hopeful promise.
And you explore the night's gifts.
Of serenity.
Comfort.
And rest.
Sigh again.
As every muscle becomes softer.
And your bones become heavy.
As you sink into this perfect moment.
Softness is your natural state.
As soft as the settling ash.
Lightweight as the smoke.
Rising into the night.
Your eyes are tired and heavy.
And the world takes on a dreamy haze.
As you peer up.
The vast shimmering expanse of the star-filled sky.
The sleepy moment The stars seem to hold gentle messages.
And you may notice.
Soft patterns forming.
As you trace them.
Slowly and peacefully.
These messages of tranquility.
Become clearer.
You see the words,
Serene night.
Softly shimmering in the constellations.
It becomes a gentle,
Enjoyable game.
As your eyes drift across the sky.
Naturally gravitating.
Toward messages.
That resonates.
This quiet time.
Another phrase comes into view.
As certain stars begin to glow brighter.
Sleep is your haven.
You inhale deeply and sigh.
Letting the message settle.
Your eyes slowly move to the north.
To read these words in the stars.
You deserve rest.
You notice as the words appear.
They seem handwritten.
In a familiar scroll.
Graceful and elegant.
There's a sense of artistry and whimsy to them.
Another phrase gently stands out.
Outlined in the softest shimmering starlight.
You always deserve peace.
Each message is a gentle,
Silent reminder.
From the vast universe.
Supporting you.
And guiding you back to sleep.
One more gentle message appears.
This message.
Is as helpful for your waking life.
As it is for your sleeping life.
As you gently drift.
These worlds.
The message comes.
It's okay to let go.
You feel your eyelids flutter gently.
Becoming heavier.
As they close for a brief while.
They open again.
Taking in the moon and stars once more.
And you see the masses.
Sleep always waits for you.
And all the time you thought you were waiting for sleep.
It was there for you.
Aum a safe place.
A holiday.
Ready for you whenever you wish to return.
Gently welcome the heady waves of sleepiness.
A profound sense of calm.
Settles upon you.
And you slowly rise.
Each step is heavy.
Higher.
And so very much ready for sleep.
Perhaps there is a bed here in the forest.
Waiting for you.
Ready to fly away.
To anywhere you wish to go.
Or perhaps there is a nearby cabin or tent.
Or converted caravans.
Waiting to offer you sleep.
Or maybe you choose to teleport.
To the bed that appeals to you most.
Your eyes are so heavy.
Your body is so tired.
You are happy for this bed beneath the stars.
Supported by the Earth.
You sink into its support.
Knowing that sleep may bring you to any dream.
To any cherished place.
You wish to go.
Sense of fluidity returns.
As you settle into the bed.
Your head atop a mountain of pillows.
The air is cool on your face.
And perfect for deep sleep.
The lingering sweet and peppery scent of wood smoke.
Joins the smell of fresh linens.
The sheets cool and luxurious against your skin.
Sounds.
Smells.
And the sensations.
Are a sleep aid in themselves.
Allow yourself to appreciate this experience.
From the comfort of this perfect night.
Fully support it.
As you rest beneath the soothing sounds it offers.
Your body knows how to sleep.
Just as naturally.
All the other beings.
That find rest on this quiet night.
The nocturnal shades of blue and gray.
Softened by the kiss of the starlight filtering through the trees.
Distant Visions beyond your closed eyes.
You feel yourself letting go of it all.
Welcoming the incoming waves of sleep.
That arrive more often.
And are more enticing than ever before.
Floating sensation comes.
Drifting on the waves of sleep.
That undulate like the gentle ripples on a lake.
So very tired.
So very much at ease.
Your heart rate naturally slows down.
Your body welcoming the chance.
Go slower.
As you embrace each soothing sensation.
Your breath deepens effortlessly.
Erase the paintbrush once more.
This time leaving brushstrokes of sleeves.
Everywhere in your body.
Feel the coolness of its reach.
Finding every cell.
And painting it with sleep.
With each stroke.
You count.
Becoming more sleepy.
As your body becomes heavier.
You feel the sweet persistent allure of sleep.
It invites you to come along.
And return to the dreamscapes.
Inspired by your imagination.
And these moments in the peaceful night.
One.
Too.
4 Bye.
Drifting deeper and deeper.
Into this peaceful,
Soothing experience.
Sex.
Seven.
Nein.
Hand.
Letting go a little more.
With each gentle exhale.
Just like the soft fading air.
Of the campfire's glow.
11 well.
13.
14.
Fifteenth Allow yourself.
Fully embrace the stillness of the night.
As it embraces you.
Feeling a profound and peaceful connection.
To the natural world surrounding you.
Sense my voice.
Fading into.
.
.
Quiet of the night.
As you simply give in.
Like sparks taking flight.
Like gentle moonlit lake waves.
Rippling in the night.
Like the evergreen branches.
Bending in the strength of the mountain breeze.
Gentle waves of peace wash over your body.
From the ground of your head.
The soles of your feet.
Every part of you.
Gives in to the welcome.
Comforting.
Loving embrace of slumber.
You may already be slipping away now.
If you are.
Simply let yourself go for those little moments when wakefulness remains.
Another dreamy journey is waiting just ahead.
As you find yourself.
Unexpectedly awake right now.
Imagine the night is simply inviting you.
Take a beautiful surprise detour.
You have a new view into the sleepy time.
As you settle into a warm,
Safe note.
Where all restlessness fades like smoke into the vast quiet night sky.
We will wrap your awareness in the soft rhythmic sounds of the heart.
The hiss of the burning wood.
The low steady pop of a settling ember.
Creating a soundscape tailored for deep slumber.
This gentle journey is designed to melt away.
Any frustration about being awake.
Replacing it with a profound ease.
Of knowing that every passing moment is bringing you closer.
To the swift,
Healing embrace of sleep.
Know that your body is ready to restore itself.
We are simply providing.
Perfect.
Cozy invitation.
Each breath brings you closer.
To the delicious bridge to sleep.
And in between consciousness and slumber.
There is a beautiful place to float.
Feeling light Feeling free.
Feeling the fluidity of a dream.
I invite you to let go.
Of any thoughts or stress you have.
About waking too soon.
You may have had no say or control in being up right now.
But how empowering it is.
To know you can craft this time.
Into a sweet interlude.
And a beautiful and expected journey.
You still have ample time to rest.
And your body will make up for this distraction.
It always does its best to look out for you.
And to help you restore yourself.
And find deep rest.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow expressed.
And happy homes.
They saw the light of household fires gleam warm and bright.
Feel that soft,
Warm light now.
The firelight becoming all the more cozy.
In the deep of night.
Dancing Flames.
Invite your body to soften.
Surrender.
And drift deeper and deeper down.
Into the hammock of serenity that waits for you.
Crackles and pops of splintering wood engulfed by the mesmerizing flames.
Offer the profound sense.
That you are safe.
You are home.
This time is sacred and special.
Embrace the enjoyment you have earned right now.
Coming in pockets of peace.
And a nighttime holiday.
That invites all your cells to come along.
One by one.
They accept the chance to enter vacation mode.
Squatch is the edges of everything.
Soften like flames.
Fluid and dreamy.
Whenever something arises.
A thought or feeling.
Sense where it manifests in your body.
And imagine it dissolving.
Into the warm homey sub of the firelight.
The flames have the freedom to dance at will.
And that same sense of unburdened freedom inspires you.
Settling into your nerve cells and easing tension.
Anything that tries to insert itself.
Into your holiday.
Can wait.
You feel the warm liquid magic of it all.
As you embrace lightness and fluidity.
And as you find yourself settling deeper.
.
.
Always allow for a little adjustment.
Perhaps shifting your position.
Loving your pillows.
Or wrapping your arms around yourself.
And a comforting hug.
Do whatever feels most supportive.
As we continue to get closer to sleep.
In this moment.
Practice deep acceptance.
Gentle patience for yourself.
Appreciate being present and awake right now.
As it offers a different kind of rest.
Let go of the urgency.
Let go of the timetable.
And simply trust.
Sleep is a natural process.
It will return soon.
This pause is a gift just for you.
Your breath is another transformative element.
In this dreamy oasis.
And a source of power.
So allow your focus to turn to it.
As you release everything.
At a sign.
Clearing the air.
As you inhale.
You draw in the cool,
Cleansing freshness of the night air.
Envision the flicking glow of a cozy heart.
Inside your bedroom.
The deep soothing shades of a peaceful night.
Exhale and a sigh.
Breathing out anything.
Doesn't serve the steep state of rest.
Sending it out into the night air.
Dissipate like a gentle mist.
Let's take another healing breath together.
Inhale deeply.
And sense the cool,
Clean scent.
A night air mingling with a faint dry smell of sweet old wood.
And polished stone.
The sense of smell is powerful and helps transport you to your peaceful haven.
Exhale slowly in a sigh.
Releasing any tightness in your shoulders.
Any clenching in your jaw.
Any holding in your belly.
Allow your breath to become as soft and still as this picturesque moment.
Storybook setting that inspires peaceful dreams.
Let your breath fall into a natural,
Easy rhythm.
As you sense every breath bringing you closer and closer.
The soft,
Faint edges of slumber.
Each in-breath and out-breath.
Brings you closer.
To its mellow,
Restorative embrace.
And just as Longfellow saw the peaceful light of fires in homes,
You do may take advantage.
Of being conscious during this magical time.
Since you find yourself awake.
Why not indulge in the night's enchantment?
While the rest of your city or town quietly dozes.
Imagine yourself.
Gently stirring in the quiet of the night.
With a sense of calm,
Yet childlike curiosity.
Your eyes softly.
Drawn by the serene call of the night.
You step outside of your bedroom.
And pause at the doorway.
It's the perfect night for a fire.
They are as cool and still.
Ideal for drawing a strong draft up the chimney.
And the spectrum you step out of.
Maybe a dreamy place that you've imagined.
When you open the door.
Out into the night.
You find yourself immersed.
In your favorite nocturnal setting.
Perhaps you see a dense whispering forest.
A vast,
Silent mountain range.
Are a glassy lake.
Or a dark moonlit beach.
Just beyond the doorstep.
Or maybe you find yourself in the desert.
Or you find yourself stepping into the courtyard.
Of a cozy old building in a city.
Faint twinkling lights above.
The night is yours.
For dreaming peace into reality.
You feel the slight chill on your skin.
And travel in the aliveness.
Gentle tingles it imparts.
You softly smile.
Reflecting on how being up at night as a youth of something daring.
Rarely allow.
Now.
Free will gives you a chance.
To be playful in the middle of the night.
The sharp air inspires your desire.
To find warmth by a fire.
You walk toward a spot.
Just outside.
Where the logs are piled high.
And neatly arranged.
Ready to be carried in.
You select a few heavy pieces.
Feeling the solid,
Rough texture of the wood in your arms.
This moment is a reminder.
Of the calm,
Enduring strength you hold.
Even when stirred in the night from sleep.
You bear up at the moon.
Sigh in this moment for personal solitude.
Quiet intention.
Gathering the fuel for your rest.
You step back and sigh.
Gentle chill clinging to your clothes.
Along with a delicate,
Unique smell.
The night lingering.
You step inside this dream home.
Be at a seaside cottage.
Victorian Parlour charming apartment.
Or an old cabin in the woods.
You move through the hall.
Toward the hearth that's built into the wall of your cozy bedroom.
Its sturdy base reflects your chosen aesthetic.
Perhaps dark,
Rough river stones.
Smooth cool white marble.
A little cuckoo clock sits on the mantle.
Its presence a quiet reminder.
You have all the time you need.
As it ticks gently.
You set the logs down on the earth.
And reach for the fire making materials.
Thirst your hands,
Find an old newspaper.
You feel the dry,
Crisp texture.
As you gather a few sheets.
And begin to crumple them.
To soft,
Airy balls.
The sound a low,
Satisfying shuffle.
Paper fibers between your hands.
You select small pieces of kindling feathered splinters.
Enjoying the soft grainy texture as they brush against your fingertips.
And you prepare a small pyramid.
In the center of the cool breeze.
Firebox.
You choose the first large log.
Perhaps the aromatic pine?
Her slow burning O.
And position it gently.
You pause to feel the weight of it.
Solid,
Reliable promise.
Long-lasting warmth.
You feel perfectly grounded.
And safe.
You reach for a box of long matches.
That is nostalgic.
With a vintage logo and colors.
Is slide the box open with ease.
Selecting a match.
Nearly as long as your forearm.
You bring it to the striker.
Confidently held between your forefinger and thumb.
And give it a strike.
Clean.
Shark.
Sound.
Is a symbol.
At remarkable noise.
Signals the comfort and rest to come.
A small,
Bright flame appears.
Tiny beacon of heat and light.
You hold it steady.
Smelling the sulfuric hint of the strife.
Which quickly gives way.
The scent of the slender burning wood sticks.
You gently lower the match.
The crumpled newspaper.
Paper catches with a soft whoosh.
And the first quick flames begin to lick upward.
A tiny kindling starts to smoke.
Than it too catches.
Crackling with intensity.
With a few stalks.
The cast iron stoker is heavy yet comfortable in your hands.
Don't you feel a sense of unexpected accomplishment?
For such a late hour.
You settle into.
Favorite fireside chair near the hearth.
You feel the deep,
Radiating warmth from the flames.
As they grow.
And begin to take hold of the larger law.
The fire is now self-sustaining.
A steady source of comfort and warmth.
Casting dancing,
Fingertipped waves of light and shadow.
Across the floor and walls.
The flame's movement tells a story.
Encouraging your eyes to become glassy.
You get lost in the silky orange gold light.
Once more.
The ethereal energy of this place.
Reveals itself.
You watch your thoughts.
Worries.
And any restlessness.
Transform into tiny bright sparks taking flight.
You are the observer.
Enjoying this unique.
Cinematic experience.
The cuckoo clock's hands move slowly and mesmerizingly across its face.
A beloved relic that has ticked the minutes for centuries.
Gentle.
Rhythmic click-clack of the gears.
Guides your heart rate and thoughts.
Slowing them down to match.
Its own steady.
Languid tempo.
As her gaze drifts over the hands.
Your eyes become heavy and tired.
Drawn down by the slow,
Peaceful passage of time.
You look back at the fire.
The light is soft and inviting.
You gaze into the flames.
Dreamy images begin to form.
Gentle scenes of peace.
Comfort swirling in the light.
And the little sparks that fly upward as he flashes of reassurance.
And deep rest.
Each spark carries away.
Piece of what held you away.
Leaving behind.
Only peace You let the warmth soak into you.
The crackling sounds of the fire become louder.
Filling your mental space.
Pushing out there.
Less welcome sounds.
Further into the background.
Precious memories and thoughts.
Are reflected in the flames.
Visions of comfort and hope.
Of safety.
And nurturing.
You yawn.
Feeling a wave of tiredness come in.
Every part of your being.
Aligns with the peaceful energy of the fire.
As you are gently drawn toward harmony.
This magical night.
Gentle,
Easy smile graces your lips.
You stand from the chair.
The weight of sleep.
Now heavy in your limbs.
And you move toward your bed.
Deep waves of comfort flow through you.
Of the war.
Gentle dry air.
That surrounds the heart.
Protected by layers of safety.
From the sturdy walls of your dream home.
The steady,
Warm glow of the fire.
To the last peaceful night sky.
You feel a bone deep sense of ease.
You become as still as the night.
Rooted with a tangible sense.
Being grounded in deep peace.
The same time.
Your breath takes on the gentle sway of the flames.
Knows when to surrender.
And simply flow.
Take a slow,
Gentle exhale.
Perhaps even a soft sigh.
And release anything you no longer need.
These words stir within you.
Sleep comes with a fire's glue.
This profound message.
Settles within you.
A quiet ember.
Glowing softly in the darkness.
Flows from the crown of your head.
Tips of your toes.
Wave of tranquility.
Permeating your skin.
Tissues.
Muscles,
Nerves and bones.
Every single cell in your body.
Receives the comforting signal.
That it's perfectly safe.
Stand down.
And surrender to sleep.
You invite in.
Sleepy,
Dreamy sensation.
Deepens with each soothing breath.
And every gentle crackle of the fire.
Sleep comes as easily.
The soft glow of the embers.
With the ease of the gentle,
Persistent ascent.
The spiraling smoke wisps up the chimney.
Soft as the diffused light of the night.
Bathes the world in a hopeful promise.
Feel yourself connecting.
With us comfort and serenity.
Sigh again.
As every muscle becomes softer.
And your bones become so heavy.
As they sink into the bed.
Warmth and softness.
Are your natural state.
Warm as the glow magenta gold embers.
As lightweight as the smoke and sparks.
Rising into the night.
As light as the warm blanket.
The wraps around you.
Your eyes are tired and heavy.
And the world takes on a dreamy haze.
As you gaze at the flames.
From the comfort of your pillow.
Gently welcome the heady waves of sleepiness.
Profound sense of calm.
Settles upon you.
As you sink into this perfect mattress.
Your eyes are so heavy Your body so tired.
Your mood so happy and grateful.
For this bed.
Cast in the firelight.
And as you continue to dress.
Knowing that sleep may bring you to any dream.
Grateful.
To arrive at any cherished place.
You wish to go.
A sense of fluidity returns.
As you continue to settle.
The air is cool on your face.
And perfect for deep sleep.
Sweet peppery scent of the crackling logs.
Harmoniously joins the smell of fresh linen.
The sheets are cool and luxurious against your skin.
The sounds.
Smells.
And the sensations.
Are asleep eight in themselves.
Allow yourself to continue to appreciate this experience.
My comfort.
Of this perfect night for a fire.
Fully supported to rest amongst the soothing sounds of the night.
Your body knows how to sleep.
And recognizes that it naturally is arriving now.
Nocturnal shades of deep blue and black.
Softened by the deepening glow of the heart.
You feel yourself.
Letting go of it all.
Welcoming the incoming waves of sleep.
That arrive more often.
More enticing than ever before.
A floating sensation comes.
As you drift on these waves of sleep.
That undulate like the soft flames.
Rippling in the heart.
Gently touching the dark walls of the fireplace.
As you are so very tired.
And so very at ease.
Let your mind rest.
For one last time you feel.
Comforting pressure of your body.
Sinking deeper into this perfect mattress.
Of every slow exhale.
Body is like a law.
Nestled perfectly.
Heavy and subtle.
There is no need for any more effort.
With every sound of the settling fire.
Your muscles loosen further Surrendering to the gentle dust.
Gravity and sleep.
You are floating yet anchored.
Drifting effortlessly into sleep.
Quiet darkness.
Sense my voice.
Fading into the background.
You simply give in.
Like sparks taking flight.
Trust the ultimate destination.
And grace will return.
To deep,
Healing sleep.
The firelight washes over you.
Gentle waves of peace.
From the ground of your head.
The soles of your tired feet.
As every part of you gives in.
To the welcoming.
Comforting.
Loving embrace of slumber.
And maybe reunite with sleep now.
Or maybe you indulge.
In our next journey together.
Visualize yourself.
And a serene nocturnal journey.
You walk a path.
In the cool crisp fall air.
The only light from the brilliant full moon above.
The moon casts a silvery brilliance.
That illuminates the fiery red.
And vibrant goal.
Of the leaves on the trees.
The air carries autumn's perfume.
A hint of distant wood smell.
And the scent of a mineral-rich stream.
You approach a tranquil pond.
Near a historic stone farmhouse and rustic red barn.
Stillness of the water.
Reflecting the stars.
Perched above the pond.
Is a cozy tree house.
A perfect vantage point.
To observe the night.
As you ascend the rustic ladder.
The wood feels cool and smooth beneath your hands.
You pull yourself up.
And into a small inviting space.
Where the cool air circulates.
Yet a sense of warmth beckons you.
You snuggle into.
A thick flannel blanket.
Its soft woven texture.
Comforting way.
Unravel in this precious moment.
Knowing everyone else is sleeping.
The only sound.
The gentle hoot of an owl.
A soft call into the night.
Your attention is drawn.
The vibrant colors of the autumn leaves.
Glowing in the moonlight full of light and color.
Even in their last days.
This is your personal sanctuary.
Create it exactly as you desire now.
With elements that maybe you dreamed about.
In your early days.
Suddenly.
Being awake in the middle of the night.
Feels like an unexpected gift.
And you revel in every moment.
You nestle atop.
A massive cushion.
Perfectly designed for you.
Covered in the plushest bedding.
Wonderfully warm and toasty.
Carries the comforting scent of wood smoke and cinnamon.
Soft and clean.
The downy mattress offers the right firmness and support.
Contouring around the curves of your body.
There's a mystical feeling in the air.
As you explore an hour of night.
You may not often consciously experience.
Nestled perfectly.
Within this cozy treehouse.
The open windows.
Frame a calming view.
Of the autumn night.
Without any intrusion.
This is your private,
Undisturbed sanctuary.
Listen to the soft rustle of leaves as they fall.
Gentle sound.
The most soporific.
And soothing lullaby.
On your inner sound mixer.
Notice the sound.
Gently slide its fader up.
Allowing autumn's tranquil song.
Fill your mental space.
Pushing everything else in the background.
You feel as content.
As a creature curled up in a warm burrow.
Birds sheltered in their nests.
And the earth embracing the quiet.
Of the coming winter.
Every part of your being.
Aligns with the peaceful energy of autumn.
As you are gently drawn toward harmony.
With this magical night.
A gentle,
Easy smile.
Greases your lips.
Perhaps being awake.
Isn't so bad after all.
When you are able to enjoy.
The night unfolding around you.
Undisturbed.
Moonlit leaves.
Gracefully and slowly shower the earth.
Not rushing.
Taking their time to paint the air.
As they sail back and forth.
And back and forth.
Deep waves of comfort flow through you.
With a crisp,
Cool air.
That brushes across your flannel blanket.
Surrounded by layers of safety.
From the sturdy protective walls of your treehouse.
To the gentle,
Persistent sounds outside.
You feel a bone-deep sense of ease.
You become as still as the night itself.
Rooted with a tangible sense.
Of being grounded.
And deep peace.
At the same time.
Your breath takes on the fluidity.
Of a fiery red maple leaf.
That knows when to surrender.
And simply flow.
Take a slow,
Gentle exhale.
Perhaps even a soft sigh.
And release anything you no longer need.
As you whisper to yourself.
Autumn brings surrender.
This profound message settles within you.
Like a quiet,
Reflective palm.
It flows from the crown of your head.
To the tips of your toes.
A wave of tranquility.
Permeating your skin.
Tissues.
Muscles,
Nerves and bones.
Every single cell in your body.
Receives the comforting signal.
That it's perfectly safe to stand down.
You invite in the sleepy,
Dreamy sensation.
That deepens with each soothing breath.
And every gentle sigh of the wind.
Sleep comes as easily.
As a leaf falling to the ground.
As the soft persistent hoot of the owl.
The diffused light of the moon.
Bathes the world.
In a hopeful promise.
Feel yourself turning up the volume for rest for comfort.
For serenity.
Let these feelings swell within you.
Sigh again.
As every muscle becomes softer.
And your bones become heavy.
As they sink into the cushion.
In this charming treehouse.
Softness is your natural state.
As soft as the freshly laundered flannel blanket.
As lightweight as the mist.
Rising from the pond.
Light as the toasty sheets.
And quilt that wrap around you.
Your eyes are tired and heavy.
And the world takes on a dreamy haze.
As you peer at the beautiful shimmering leaves in the moonlight.
The distant gleaming red apples in an orchard.
All scatter.
With countless tiny iridescent droplets of dew.
In this sleepy moment.
The moonbeams on the leaves.
Seem to hold messages.
And you may notice soft patterns forming as you trace them.
Slowly and peacefully.
These messages become clearer.
You see the words.
Serene night.
Softly shimmering on the leaves.
You enjoy this game.
As your eyes drift across the golden surface.
Naturally gravitating toward messages.
That resonate in this quiet time.
Another soothing phrase.
Comes into view.
Dream away.
You inhale deeply and sigh.
Letting the message settle.
Your eyes then slowly move on to rest.
Beauty in surrender.
You notice that as the words appear,
They are almost handwritten.
Graceful and elegant.
There's a sense of artistry.
And whimsy to them.
Another phrase stands out.
In the softest shimmering light.
Peace is yours.
Each message provides a reminder.
From the vast universe.
Supporting you.
Guiding you back to sleep.
One more message appears.
This message is as helpful for your waking life.
As it is for your sleeping life.
As you gently drift between these worlds.
The message comes.
It's okay to let go.
You feel your eyelids flutter gently.
Becoming heavier as they close for a brief while.
Almost there.
Gently welcoming.
The heady waves of sleepiness,
Unsure of how much time passes.
Your attention drifts below.
In the cinematic glow of the historic farmhouse.
An antique lantern light glows.
The peaceful whisper of the breeze through the eaves.
Blends with the soft patter of falling leaves.
Creating a natural,
Symphonic sleep aid.
On this autumn night.
Cool crisp night air.
Feels cleansing and pure.
For each inhalation.
Gently warming.
As it enters your nose.
Before reaching your lungs.
The nocturnal shades of deep blue and charcoal.
Softened by the kiss of the moonlit trees.
Gently connect you.
With the beauty of this dreamy night.
Allow this to remind you.
How easily you can.
Surrender to rest.
A floating sensation begins to stir.
Drifting on the waves of sleep.
That undulate like the ripples on the pond.
So very tired.
So very much at ease.
Sleep is one of the most natural and necessary responses.
To feeling tired.
It follows gently.
When you feel safe Secure.
Intended to.
Your heart rate naturally slows down.
Your body welcoming the chance to go slower.
As you embrace each soothing sensation.
Your breath deepens effortlessly.
Once more,
Remember.
You are the gentle conductor of your own peace.
Your breath.
And now,
The serene autumn night.
Appreciate this wonderful gift you possess.
The ability to transport yourself.
To any peaceful place you desire.
As you align with your breath.
Notice how each inhale and exhale shifts the sails of your thoughts.
Guiding you deeper.
Into a state of peace.
As you get closer to the soft edge of sleep,
Your body sinks deeper,
Your eyelids flutter and close like soft shudders.
You connect with the serene rhythm of your breath.
And perhaps begin to count.
Each inhale and exhale.
With each count.
You become more sleepy their body becomes heavier.
Could you feel the sweetness?
Persistent tug of sleep.
It invites you to come along.
And return to the dreamscapes.
Inspired by your imagination.
And these moments.
In the autumn night.
One.
To.
3 four.
Bye.
Drifting deeper and deeper.
Into this peaceful,
Soothing experience.
Sick.
Seven.
Night.
10.
Letting go a little more.
With each gentle exhale.
Just like the fading.
Of the autumn breeze.
Allow yourself to fully embrace.
Stillness of the night.
Feeling a profound and peaceful connection.
To the natural world surrounding you.
Gentle,
Persistent whisper of the wind.
As a silent,
Wise guardian.
Countless leaves on the trees.
Seem to whisper you to sleep.
Gentle messages.
Softly illuminating the night.
Vast and awe-inspiring universe.
Reminds you.
Of the infinite possibilities.
For peaceful rest.
When you inhale softly and deeply.
You gently draw in the complete tranquility.
Of this autumn night and ready.
So.
Exhale.
You gently release any remaining tension or worry.
Everything in this moment.
Feel soft.
And deeply soothing.
Rhythmic rustling of the leaves.
Whistling wind that guides the autumn night air.
Your muscles and your joints soften and relax completely.
The luminous moon.
Filtering through the tree branches.
Create a peaceful and calming ambience.
Bed remains nestled in your cozy treehouse.
Surrounded by the comforting aroma of apples,
Wood smoke,
And pine.
Gentle cool air of the night.
Still circulates through the space.
Creating the perfect temperature for sleep.
Inhale softly as you drift.
And feel each breath.
Nourish you with gentle love and care.
And with each steady exhalation.
Feel waves of gratitude.
Fostering a sense of lightness.
The more you gently float.
The more you breathe soft.
In and out.
The more deeply relaxed you feel.
With a deep feeling of trust and complete safety.
Any worries or concerns.
Are like distant,
Forgotten shadows.
In the soft glow of your treehouse.
To trust that the peaceful universe will be yours.
Is here to support you.
Gently falling leaves.
Softly shimmer with promise.
Promise of deep rest.
And easy renewal.
As you fall back asleep.
This quiet autumn night.
Is a time for deep breaths.
And her gentle exploration.
Of all the soothing and peaceful places.
That your own wonderful imagination can create in your dreamscape.
As you gently float between the waking world and the world of dreams.
You choose.
Where you may go next.
Drifting like the leaves that take flight into the night.
Landing gently on the palms.
Floating in the moonlight.
Or maybe floating across the dewy grass the scattering of leaves.
Making your way.
To a perfect sleepy alcove.
Our bedroom in the farmhouse.
Or maybe you simply stay here.
Nestled in a treehouse.
Amongst the stars.
There is no need to push.
Or long for sleep gently surrender to the peaceful night.
Perhaps even playing with a comforting idea.
And this new reality.
You can be in many peaceful places.
All at once.
Sleep is a simple and natural process when you are in such a state of comfort and ease.
Gently bringing your attention inward.
Following this peaceful sensation.
As every part of your body.
And surrenders.
Deeply into sleep.
Your body.
Feeling more deeply relaxed.
Than perhaps it has in a long time.
Now a gentle conduit.
For your mind to follow.
Softly power down for sleep.
In the heart of this autumn night.
Finding surrender.
And you may wander into sleep.
Before the next place appears.
Or perhaps your imagination.
Will carry you forward following the quiet path into another nighttime escape.
Imagine yourself standing.
The very edge.
Of a familiar,
Dreamlike landscape.
Where a path of smooth charcoal-colored river stones glow softly under the gaze.
Of a heavy,
Pearly lavender moon.
As you take your first intentional step.
The cool rounded surface of the earth.
Meets the arches of your feet.
Offering a grounding rhythmic massage.
The stones are round.
And the perfect size for your soul space.
Relieving tension.
And finding the right pressure points.
With each step.
Each step.
Sends a signal of release and softening through your muscles.
And rather than walking.
They seem to float across this ribbon of stones.
The path is an old friend.
Timeless trail you've walked.
In the quiet spaces of your deepest dreams.
Leading you away from consciousness.
And into a sanctuary.
That exists just for you.
With every step.
The world behind you fades.
And do a soft focus blur.
And the air begins to change.
Becoming a cool healing tonic.
Scented with a first breath.
Night-blooming botanicals.
You're moving deeper into a space.
Where time slows down.
To match the steady,
Peaceful thrum.
Of your resting heart.
Deep well of trust settles in your chest.
And radiates from the center.
Relaxing your throat and softening your diaphragm and belly.
You are safe here in this tranquil realm.
As you glide down the shimmering moonlit path.
The stones begin to change.
Revealing messages.
Your mind so very much needs.
The dark stones become a canvas for the moonlight.
Carved into their ancient,
Weathered faces.
Are short,
Luminous phrases.
That shimmer with a soft bioluminescent glow.
You glance down and see a stone.
That reads Find your peace.
Its light seeping into the soles of your feet.
A few steps more.
And another stone offers the words.
Welcome stillness.
And another says.
.
.
Free to release.
You find a stone that simply reads.
Your rest begins now.
And to allow the vibration of these words.
To rise up through your legs.
Settling your nervous system.
And whispering to yourselves.
And the journey back to sleep has truly begun.
Garden opens up around you.
A vast,
Silver-toned cathedral.
A provocative and exotic sense.
And dreamy shadows.
To your left.
A sea of lavender sways in the midnight breeze.
It stalks turning to a dusty,
Ethereal gray.
As you pass.
The hem of your bathrobe.
Rushes against the blossoms.
Releasing a cloud of calming perfume.
So potent.
It acts as a sedative for the mind.
Beside it.
The waxy,
Star-shaped blooms of gardenia.
Catch the moonlight.
Their fragrance creamy and thick.
Angering you.
In this moment.
A pure sensory delight.
You are witnessing the night.
In a way.
You ever do.
Tending to your spirit.
In the blue-black hours.
When the world is hushed.
And the veil is thin.
Deeper in the shadows.
You encounter the roses.
Here they smolder with the richness of the night.
Dappled in prismatic dew.
Is a dark plum roses.
Their petals so deep and velvety.
They look like they were cut.
From the midnight sky itself.
Beside them are scarlet roses.
A red so dark.
It feels like a warm,
Pulsing heartbeat.
These roses are heavy with the night's moisture.
Their heads nodding.
As if they too for struggling to stay awake.
Reach out to touch a plum-colored petal.
Feeling its thick,
Silky texture.
You inhale the scent the fruity and floral tea aromas.
Connect you to the garden's intention.
To offer a dreamscape.
A place to effortlessly drift.
You find yourself drawn.
For the sweet tangy pull of honeysuckle vines.
Drape like embroidered curtains.
Over the pathway.
You reach out.
Your fingers grazing the delicate,
Trumpet-like flowers.
Feeling the cool microscopic beads of moonlit dew that have gathered there.
This dew is a sacred nectar.
A liquid silence.
That has settled over the garden.
You move past the heavy,
Nodding heads of moonflowers.
Watching as their giant white petals unfurl.
In a slow motion dance.
Celebrating the dark.
In the space.
Being awake is not a burden.
It is a privilege.
You are the guest of honor.
At the night's private gala.
Observing the blue lotus.
As it floats in a nearby basin.
Its petals looking like carved sapphire.
In the indigo night.
As you walk.
You become aware of the profound stillness.
And the other beings who share the sanctuary.
You are not alone in this rest.
High in the weeping willow branches.
Birds are tucked into their mossy nests.
Their heads under their wings.
Breathing in the same silver air as you.
In the hollows of the ancient oaks.
Small forest creatures.
Have curled into soft.
Breathing heaps of fur.
Their heartbeats slowed to a whisper.
Even the bees are asleep in the hearts of the flowers.
Cradled by the very petals you admire.
Great global settling.
Transpires all around you.
A universal permission.
The stand down.
How natural and easy it is to sleep.
How welcome.
The invitation to stand down feels as it arrives.
Not leaving out a single cell.
Or fiber in your being.
In the center.
Of this moonlit paradise.
You reach a healing fountain.
The water spills over alabaster stone.
With a sound like a sleepy liquid gurgle.
It's lullaby creates a massage.
The sound waves flowing over your muscles and skin.
Inviting them.
Become fluid and adaptable to the offerings of this dreamy night.
You pause to dip your fingers into the silky,
Cool,
Silvery water.
It feels weightless.
Like dipping your hands.
Into the moon itself.
You bring this moisture.
To your temples and your brows.
Feeling the coolness act.
As a mind soothing salve.
Dissolving the last traces of doing and thinking.
The water carries away.
In a lingering activity.
Leaving behind Only the glassy,
Clear stillness.
Of a glacial lake.
As you continue.
The path takes you beneath a canopy.
Of cherry blossoms.
The air becomes misty.
A shimmering soft veil of light purple.
A breeze guides both the mist and you along.
Breathing like a sigh.
Flurry of pale pink petals.
Begins to fall.
They drift down with a mesmerizing,
Spiraling grace.
Landing on your skin.
With a touch so light.
It feels like a memory.
They carpet the ground and a raspberry pink tipped floral snow.
Leading you to a place for deep rest.
For poster bed.
That rises out of the earth.
Like the twisting trunks.
Of mythical trees.
Nestled among the jasmine and the eucalyptus.
Is a four poster sanctuary.
Crafted from living,
Twisted vines.
That spiral up toward the stars.
A sheer canopy of gossamer silk.
Hangs from the vines.
Billowing in the midnight mist.
Like the steady Slow breath.
Of the night itself.
As you approach the bed.
Feeling more deliciously tired.
Grateful for the comfort that awaits you.
With each step.
He realized that waking too soon was not a mistake.
It was an invitation.
To experience this specific form of healing.
Quiet nocturnal holiday for your soul.
What can only be found.
In the silver light.
Of the moon.
You climb atop the bed.
Feeling the linens cool as bamboo.
Soft as cloud mist.
Wrap around you like the petals.
Of a great dark flower.
You lie back.
Your eyes heavy and glassy.
Watching as the moon slips behind the lacy,
Intricate weaves of the vines.
The scent of violets and earth.
As is up to meet you.
And the sleepiness.
Which was once elusive.
Now becomes a headache.
Promising ways.
You are home.
You are Phil.
You are safe and sleep comes so easily.
A sigh escapes your lips.
And every muscle becomes softer.
Your bones become heavy as they sink into the bed.
Warmth and softness become your natural state.
As warm as the glow of the heart.
Light weight as the mist.
Rising into the night.
As light as the warm blanket.
And the breeze that kisses your face.
Your eyes so tired and heavy and the world takes on a dreamy haze.
As your head sinks deeper into the plush pillows.
The profound sense of calm settles upon you.
You sink into the perfect mattress.
Your eyes are so heavy.
Your body so tired.
You know that sleep may bring you to any dream.
Or any cherished place you wish to go.
Allow yourself to appreciate this experience.
From the comfort of this perfect night.
Fully supported as you rest beneath the soothing sounds of the night.
Your body knows how to sleep.
Just as naturally.
As all the other snuggling beings.
To find rest on this quiet night.
You feel yourself letting go of it all.
Welcoming the incoming waves of sleep.
To arrive more often.
And are more enticing.
Than ever before.
A floating sensation comes.
As you drift on the waves of sleep warm and rippling through you.
Your heart rate naturally slows down.
There's no effort.
No need for vigilance.
Fully embrace the stillness of the night.
Feeling a profound and peaceful connection.
The natural world surrounding you.
Your awareness comes a song.
And diffused as the mist.
Clinging to the cherry blossoms.
This is your chance.
Grant every cell.
Every muscle.
And every nerve.
Ultimate gift.
Permission to stand down.
Invite your attention to move through your body.
Like the moonlight moving through the garden.
Touching each area.
With a cool silver light invites a profound and final heaviness.
Begin with your feet.
Feel the lingering warmth from the stone path fading.
Placed by a deep grounded stillness.
You have walked far enough.
Thank your feet for carrying you to the sanctuary.
And as you do,
Imagine a wave of lavender-scented mist.
Wrapping around your toes,
Your arches.
And your heels.
They become heavy.
Sinking deep into the mattress.
And do you think?
You may sleep now.
Move your awareness to your legs.
Feel the muscles of your calves and thighs.
The ones that hold you upright.
And move you through the world.
Finally uncoiling Imagine the dark plum roses.
Leaning their heavy heads against your shins.
Transferring their velvet stillness.
Into your bones.
Your knees soften.
Your thighs become as heavy as the ancient oak trees.
There is no more distance to cover.
Legs.
You may fall asleep.
Feel the center of your being.
Your hips and your belly.
This is the garden soil.
Place where you hold your core strength.
Lets the gripping release.
Imagine your breath.
Like the slow pulse of the healing fountain.
Rising and falling without effort.
With every exhale Your hips sink an inch deeper.
Into the soft,
Cloud-like linens.
Any tension here?
Dissolves and seeps into the earth below.
Middle body.
You may now sleep.
Bring your attention to your hands and arms.
Your hands,
Which have reached for so much today.
Are now open to receiving.
Feel the cool silk of the canopy's mist on your palms.
Fingers curl naturally.
As effortless as the petals of the blue lotus.
Closing for the night.
Your forearms and shoulders.
Now feel weightless.
As if they are floating on the surface of the fountain.
The weight of the world.
Has been set down at the garden gate.
Arms and hands,
You may welcome slumber.
Focus on your chest and your heart.
Listen to the slow,
Steady drum of your heartbeat.
Matching the pace of the wind.
In the willow trees.
Every breath is a healing tonic.
Expanding your ribs.
Like the wings of a nesting bird.
There is a profound safety here.
Your heart doesn't need to protect you now.
Garden is doing that for you.
Feel the scarlet roses warm.
Radiating in your chest.
A soft glow of comfort.
Heart and chest.
Sleep now calls to you.
And at last the silver light of the moon.
Arrives at your neck.
Your jaw and your face.
Release the tiny muscles around your eyes.
The ones that spent the day looking,
Searching and taking the world in.
Your eyes become glassy.
And heavy behind your lids.
And cleanse your jaw.
Letting your tongue rest softly.
Imagine the cool,
Silky water from the fountain.
Is being poured over your forehead.
Flashing away.
The last shadows of thought.
Your scalp relaxes.
Your ears soften.
Your mind is now a mirror.
Reflecting only the moon.
In the still,
Dark water.
Mind and face.
Now welcome,
Slumber It is so easy to slip back to sleep.
And it is a gift to stay here.
And this vinyl.
Gradual dissolve.
Sense my voice fading into the quiet of the night.
As you simply give in.
You trust the ultimate destination.
And graceful return to deep,
Healing sleep.
Gentle waves of peace.
Wash over your body.
From the ground of your head.
To the soles of your feet.
As every part of you.
Gives in to the welcome,
Comforting,
Loving embrace of the moonlit garden.
Let yourself drift a little while longer.
Somewhere beyond this moment.
Another little holiday of the night.
Waiting to unfold.
I am so sorry you find yourself awake in the deep of the night.
Whatever stirred you.
You aren't alone in this experience.
There are so many reasons we wake in the night.
The mind runs its quiet errands.
Body shifts and resettles like embers in a fire.
Still warm.
Still glowing.
Just finding a new shape.
This time is meant to be.
To help that quiet settling.
Come a little easier.
Relax in this space.
You don't need to perform.
You do not need to push.
They are not fighting the wakefulness tonight.
We're not negotiating with it.
Or willing it away.
They are simply going to take its hand.
And walk it somewhere beautiful.
The sooner you allow yourself to release the worry about being awake.
Simply go on this journey.
Less weight this night will carry.
You will have all the energy you need tomorrow.
Your body is wise.
Even when it wanders.
You have survived so much.
At times like this before.
And you always make it to the other side.
So settle exactly as you are.
You don't need to be calm yet.
You don't need to be doing better.
It can simply be you.
Here.
Now.
Held in the softness of night.
And that is more than enough to begin.
Let's come home to the body first.
Not to change it.
Not to correct it.
Simply to arrive in its wonderful presence.
Bring your gentle attention.
To the very top of your head.
Imagine your scalp softening.
Not with effort.
Not dramatically.
Just releasing like snow sliding soundlessly from a branch.
Let that cool ease drift down through your forehead.
Smoothing the space between your brows.
Feel the delicate skin around your eyes.
Grow still and heavy.
Let it all go soft.
Like velvet your jaw.
This is where so many of us carry the knife.
Without even knowing it.
Let the hinge of it soften.
Let the teeth part the smallest amount.
Let your tongue settle heavy and loose.
There is nothing to clinch tonight.
Nothing at all to hold.
Nothing left to say.
Feel the long,
Familiar line of your spine.
The weight of your shoulders.
Finally free to fall.
Let them draw.
As if letting down heavy bags.
You carried all day.
All that weight.
Can settle elsewhere.
Not yours to hold.
Feel the surface beneath you.
Receive every part of you completely.
And notice all the support of this moment.
Your awareness is supported.
Support of my voice what you lie upon.
The Earth itself.
And feeling so supported.
It's easy to release your hips.
Your lower back gentle hollow.
Or the small of your back.
Needs a sheet beneath you.
Bed has been waiting to do this for you.
Letter.
Give it 100% of your way.
Every last ounce.
Of holding and tension.
You can set it all down here.
It will be here in the morning.
If you want it.
But for now.
.
.
You are free and if it helps to have a warm presence near,
If it settles your nervous system.
Feel a steady,
Living weight beside you.
Imagine a beloved pet curled close.
Perhaps tucked at your feet.
A warm and certain anchor.
Perhaps a loved one.
Perhaps you simply tune in to your own soft breathing.
In and out.
In and out.
Nothing dramatic.
Just lie.
Breathing itself.
Quietly in the night.
And as your attention focuses on your breath.
Don't shape it or deepen it.
Just notice it.
Faint coolness of the air as it enters.
Gentle rise of your chest.
Or the soft swell of your belly.
The release.
Warm and easy and complete as it leaves.
Just breathe.
Just arrive.
Your help?
You are here.
And now,
Very gently.
A new journey begins.
Someone once said.
The stars are like letters that print themselves across the curtain of the night.
Imagine these stars appearing.
Painted across the dark backdrops of your closed eyelids.
Internal movie scream flickers to life.
And soon you are walking barefoot.
Across a carpet.
Of silky,
Moonlit grass.
The cool earth is grounding.
Dappled dewdrops are soothing.
You stand beneath.
Infinite sky.
Velvety veil of midnight blue.
And indigo and black.
Scattered from horizon to horizon.
More stars than you could count.
And a thousand nights.
Something about the sky seems whiter.
And more expansive.
Being up at this hour.
Feels like an unexpected,
Delightful detour.
The magic of night.
Clickers in the stars.
And the tender blades of dewy grass.
You take your time walking.
Inhaling the rich aromatics of damp earth.
Pine and cedar trees.
And the clean metallic aroma.
Cool lake water.
Each step is so easy.
You are gliding and floating.
Across the earth choosing when to sink into the ground.
And when to simply drift and hover.
You continue down a small knoll.
And arrive at a dreamy setting.
That awaits just for you.
A fire burns in a copper pit.
Amber glow reflecting off the rim like a shiny penny.
Sparks fly toward the stars.
The same persistent glow.
As the fire flies along the lake shore.
You arrive at the most extraordinary blanket.
Designed just for you.
Saw.
In a pattern and color scheme.
Feels like home.
It is spread across the center.
Of a wide open meadow.
This blanket of yours.
As you settle atop it.
Carries the warp.
Towel freshly pulled from a dryer.
Laughing and so fresh smelling.
Holds you without effort.
As you sprawl out.
Snuggle into its warmth.
And above you.
The soft wind of the lake.
Becomes its own blanket.
Warm and gently kissing your face.
This blanket asks nothing of you.
It's wide enough.
Fold around you at least twice.
Its way.
The weight of being held.
And being home.
Of being completely and utterly safe.
And the sun.
Patch of earth.
Beneath an ocean of stars.
Feel the blanket against the backs of your arms.
Feel it under your calves.
Beneath your heels.
Gentle give and resistance.
Of something substantial and real.
Run your fingertips across it.
Texture of the seams and fabric.
Delicate.
And comforting.
You rest your head back.
In the grass below.
Forms a natural pillow.
Under the thick blanket.
And you settle.
And listen to the distant songs of tree frogs and crickets.
And the easy lapping waves.
The grass stretches away from you.
In every direction.
Down to the steely blue water.
And the moonlight.
It is taken on a color.
Doesn't belong to the waking day.
A silvery luminous blue.
As if it is lit.
From somewhere else.
And the grass catches the moon.
Seems to hold its breath.
Before passing it gently on.
So the whole meadow moves.
And soft,
Slow waves.
Of silver light.
It is impossibly quiet.
Still.
And dreamy.
Not far from where you lie.
A weeping willow stands at the lake's edge.
Its long branches.
Cascade down.
Indigo curtains.
Taking on the blue cast of night.
Trailing the grass.
Swaying in that barely there breeze.
A grace that seems almost as deliberate.
As a ballerina dancing.
There is something sheltering about it.
The way it holds its space without crowding it.
The way it offers shade.
Even in the dark.
A quiet guardian.
At the edge of your world.
Tonight.
The water is tranquil.
Deep indigo.
And perfectly mirror.
The entire sky lives inside it.
Every star doubles.
So that you seem to be floating between two galaxies.
One above.
One below.
You are at the still center of them both.
At the far edge of the water.
Few fireflies pulse.
With their slow golden light.
Blinging softly.
Like a quiet conversation.
Between the ears.
The sky.
Question.
And an answer.
Over and over.
In no hurry at all.
You lose your ability to hurry here.
No rushing back to sleep.
Back to anywhere.
Held in this moment.
Noticing the subtle shift of the breeze.
Contrasts of the wind off the lake.
Touch cooler.
The wind that carries the heat of the fire.
The fire burns with a calm certainty.
Something that has been here.
Long time.
Intends to stay a while longer.
You can hear the faintest soft crackles.
Murmured conversations.
Between the words.
In the flame.
And you can feel it's warm.
Reaching you in gentle waves.
Your cheeks.
Backs of your hands.
The skin of your forearms.
It is the most perfect warmth.
As you gaze at.
And the curtain of sky above you.
The stars begin to form shapes.
Not the shapes you've learned about.
The planetarium.
Or the constellations of textbooks.
But something more personal.
Your eyes grow soft and unfocused.
The way they do.
The very boundaries of sleep.
As the stars begin to blur.
And breath.
And rearrange themselves.
Notice what they are tracing.
There.
Slow luminous scatter of stars that seize.
You tilt your head just slightly.
To be spelling something.
Or are.
Aum teen.
You instantly.
Feel lighter.
Untethered.
And then the word.
R E S and he.
Twinkles.
You don't need to earn it.
You don't need to deserve it.
More than you already do.
Stars have written your permission.
The celestial expanse of peace.
And then.
.
.
You want.
The letters SHIH They rearrange themselves.
With a soft,
Slow shimmer.
Like light moving through deep water.
Now.
They spell something else.
A.
Yeah.
In.
That word settles into your chest.
The way a warm hand.
Settles on a shoulder with encouragement.
Stay.
Safe in your body.
Safe in the soft dark.
Safe in the night Stay.
Simply in the being.
The stars have watched.
Over everything you have been through.
Everything you are carrying.
Everything you hope for.
Everything that woke you tonight.
Let them hold the story for a while.
Just for tonight.
Set it down into that starlit sky.
And let it float there.
Weightless cared for.
While he raps.
Now the stars are shifting again.
Slowly.
Dreamily.
The way thoughts move.
The very wavy,
Delicate edges of sleep.
And this time.
They're tracing something new.
A single image emerges.
From the scatter of light.
Alone palm tree its silhouette drawn in silver starlight.
Leaning over a crescent moon.
Curves like a hammock.
Below it warm dark water breathes with a slow,
Velvety pulse.
Distant rhythm of a tide.
Has been arriving and departing on this shore.
Since long before you were born and will be long after.
In.
And back.
In and out.
Particular piece of a place.
Has no plans for you at all.
The stars drift again.
The palm tree dissolves.
In its place.
New angles emerge.
Peaked roof.
Square of amber light.
From a low window.
Stars coming together like snow.
Gathering on a sill.
Cabin tucked.
Deep in a forest.
Where the silence has a quality all its own.
The analog silence of falling snow.
Kind of stillness.
Makes a person feel at last.
Genuinely hidden.
Safe in a way that goes all the way to the bone.
And then the stars move once more.
Tracing something long and elegant.
Across the far horizon.
A sleeper tree.
Gliding without friction.
Through the quiet ether of the night.
You can feel the rhythm of it.
The gentle pulses of starlight.
Steady.
Comforting.
Wherever you are a meadow shore.
The cabin.
The sleeper car.
You are resting.
Even now.
In this in-between place.
Your body receives.
Every moment of stillness.
Every breath is the key to sleep.
The invitation to sink deeper.
Your nervous system softens.
Restoration comes to you.
Without effort.
You are healing You will have everything you need for tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
And now the stars are still writing.
Fire is still glowing.
And the blanket beneath you.
Is still the warmest.
Safest.
Most tender thing you have ever felt.
And in this dreamy in-between.
Blanket begins to rise.
Effortlessly lifting you.
Into the night.
Glides over the lake.
Rising higher.
With the same gentle force.
That moves the time.
Tilts the earth toward morning.
The corner's lit.
Catching something invisible in the air.
You rise with it.
Trusting the sky.
Trusting this dreamy journey.
The Weeping Willow trails away beneath you.
The lake sends back your reflection.
A figure nestle.
And the perfect blanket.
Ascending toward the stars.
And the stars grow closer Saw.
Scatter.
Ancient life.
That welcomes you.
To their nocturnal canvas.
You move through them as easily as air.
Floating through an open window.
Each one you pass.
Exhale something.
A little more warm.
A little more quiet.
Little more hope little more of that deep ease.
That is the very texture of sleep.
You are weightless You are warm.
Drifting the way a lily pad drifts on still water.
The way a dream drifts up to meet you.
And the last of the waking mind.
Finally.
Gratefully.
Let's go.
Stars have written their last word tonight.
Dreamed into the velvet dark.
Stitched in light.
Just for you.
Ass.
E.
Hmm.
Hmm.
Sleep and the deeper into the celestial expanse you go.
Sleepier you become the more assured you feel.
All is well right now.
And my voice fades into the silence.
As you dress.
Back to sleep blanket is still holding you.
The stars are still watching.
Threshold is right.
Go gently.
Go warmly Go well.
Finding rest.
Finding comfort Finding magic.
Finding sleep It's time to dream away.
