Tonight's guided sleep meditation invites you to cozy up and celebrate you as a shimmering crimson warmth begins at your heart and spreads a deep velvety peace through your entire being.
You are listening to Loving You,
A bedtime practice to help create a dedicated sacred space for the most important romance of your life,
The one you share with yourself.
Consider this an invitation to absolute and apologetic indulgence.
This self-care journey invites the gentle unraveling of any doubts life may have ever brought as you surrender to the profound sparkling truth that you are worthy of love.
You always have been and you always will be.
As you gently turn your gaze inward toward the soft glowing landscape of your own soul,
Travel with an open heart and mind.
Enjoy a journey to a serene land of vibrant color,
A shimmering light,
And a homecoming to the many versions of you throughout time.
One of the most beautiful gifts and abundant truths is that you will spend more time with yourself than anyone else in this life.
So take this sleepy moment to celebrate your relationship and welcome it as a rare and radiant luxury you deserve to enjoy.
Revel in the ethereal space between wakefulness and slumber,
Allowing every breath and intention to flow in celebration of you.
It's time to dream away.
Welcome to Michelle's Meditation Sanctuary.
I am Michelle and as you listen,
Consider my voice as that of a dear friend and nurturing ally.
In this sanctuary,
You are safe and held and free to tend to yourself in a world without judgment.
You are about to enter a world painted exclusively in the hues of deep affection,
Drenched in the warmth of sunset pinks and the electric spark of crimson stars.
And even if things teeter on the maudlin and cheesy,
Permit yourself to invite in a little humor and sense of fun.
We don't need to take ourselves too seriously tonight.
Save that for tomorrow as a sense of whimsy and romance stirs within you.
Let tonight undo any of the conditioning or experiences that may have hardened your heart or conjured cynicism.
Those defense mechanisms melt in the presence of self-love and appreciation.
Remember you may customize any detail and fall asleep whenever you desire.
The words of the writer Oscar Wilde,
Serve as our dreamy compass tonight.
He penned,
To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.
Let the courtship begin now as you settle into this moment.
Tune your gaze inward and turn your attention to your breath.
Open your mouth and release an audible sigh.
No need to hold it in anymore,
To make things small or quiet.
Just let it all out.
And when you're ready,
Draw in a slow deep breath as you whisper to yourself,
How lucky I am.
Expanding and growing.
And as you release that breath in another sigh,
Letting your body sink into the support of this moment.
Say,
To be with me.
How lucky I am to be with me.
Simply enjoy the wonders of being with yourself.
Inhale the gratitude.
Expanding to claim all the space you can.
Exhale with a feeling of belonging.
As you take in the grandest,
Most fulfilling breath so far.
Inhaling,
I am so lucky.
Feel that gratitude radiate from head to toe.
And as you exhale,
In one last delicious sigh,
To be with me.
Allow your breath to slip into an easy rhythm.
Handing control back to your body.
Appreciate how easy it is to just let your body do its thing.
And in your mind's eye,
Envision a tiny sparkling point of ruby light beginning to glow at the very tips of your toes.
Like the light of sunset kissing your feet as you walk down a beach at low tide.
With radiant tidal pools reflecting the fiery light.
Your feet feel as though they're being dipped into a pool of liquid garnet.
Let this deep protective color of love rise slowly.
Swirling around your arches and ankles.
Melting away the tension of every step you've taken today.
It moves up your calves and over your knees like a heavy merlot colored velvet blanket.
They have done enough today and may simply let go.
In this heavy grounded stillness,
Whisper to your roots,
I cherish this home.
Thank you for carrying me through another day.
Now imagine a soft fuchsia mist beginning to rise from the base of your spine.
It is lighter than the red.
Effervescent and shimmering as it moves into your hips and curls into your belly.
With every breath,
This pink light expands,
Softening the muscles of your core and smoothing out any knots of stress.
As it reaches your heart center,
It meets that rich red warmth you felt earlier and the two colors begin to dance together.
Creating a radiant pulse of blush and berry light that fills your entire chest.
And you say to yourself,
I honor this heart.
Feel the pulse of your own affection vibrating through your ribs and breathe into the wonder of it as these words arrive once more as your mantra for tonight.
How lucky I am to be with me.
The light pours now over your shoulders,
Flowing down your arms like carnation pink silk.
It rolls over your elbows and into your wrists,
Pooling in the palms of your hands until your very fingertips tingle with a sense of peace.
Finally,
The warmth rises into your neck and your jaw,
Softening your expression.
It smooths over your forehead and settles behind your eyes,
Turning your internal vision into a dreamy rose-colored haze.
As this iridescent glow blankets your mind,
Let these two truths merge into one final sleepy thought.
I honor this home.
How lucky I am to be with me.
Enveloped in the shimmering halo of your own love,
Feel grounded in a security that is impenetrable.
Anything to interfere with a natural purity of this love merely bounces off this orb of protection,
Becoming small and launching into the infinite universe,
Going to a place all things go that do not serve you.
And in this state of resilience,
Your imagination stirs,
Empowered by the safety you feel.
Envision an ethereal realm,
Untouched and existing just for you,
Offering a romantic setting to take yourself on a date.
Not just any date,
But one of the simplest,
Yet simultaneously most significant experiences you may cultivate for yourself.
You arrive on a cherry blossom pink brick road that weaves around vibrant blossoms and rolling cranberry red meadows with fluttering petals that seem to greet you with a welcoming wave.
The air is warm and thick with a scent of hibiscus,
Rose,
And strawberries.
Every movement feels fluid and light and bound to gravity and dreamlike.
All traces of your sleeping space dissolve as you come upon the edge of the lookout,
Revealing lush valleys of plush bubblegum pink grass.
As you move,
The transition is seamless.
It feels cool and silken.
The blades rising to meet your ankles with a feathery touch.
You inhale deeply and exhale,
Noticing only in its absence that the weight you carried throughout this day and perhaps even longer stretches of time is now gone.
It's almost like it never existed in vibrant bands of a perfect sunset with peachy pink,
Morganite gold,
And fiery magenta hues.
They blend together,
The colors swirling like melted sorbet.
The air is an ideal balmy temperature that reminds you of how good it can feel to be alive.
This is an eternal sunset.
It never ends,
Existing as the golden hour of your soul.
It's a place you may go and you need to shine some love on yourself.
It's a setting where you may court yourself and rediscover the beautiful soul you've been living with all these years but maybe haven't connected with in a while.
Led by an intuitive pull at your solar plexus,
You find your heart center joins in,
Brimming with wonder as you become curious and explore.
This world is alive with the colors of love and compassion and it serves to nurture your spirit.
The melodious sounds of cascading water and gentle splashes of a waterfall lure you in.
The tall,
Narrow cascade of iridescent pink water slips over a rose quartz wall like liquid silk.
The water is clear and shimmering with a slightest hint of pink,
Often found in sweet,
Viscous coconut water.
Reach out and let it flow over your hands,
Soft,
Fluid and delicate.
Your nervous system settles in the sights,
Sounds and sparkling massage of the pink waterfall.
This water serves as a tonic,
Gentle in offering its gift,
Inspiring you to trust all that is soft and nurturing right now.
You splash the gentle water of the pool beneath the waterfall onto your face.
It rinses away any residual physical holding,
The unseen layers of feeling not enough.
It cleanses you of the invisible dust of other people's expectations.
This eternal stream is an invitation to see yourself through a softer lens.
And once more,
You hear your own voice in a rising whisper,
How wonderful it is to be me.
With a welcome scent of lightness and levity,
You follow the babbling stream as prisms form and the sun is mirrored in molten pink reflections.
The meandering water brings you to a vibrant grove of blooming flowers.
Here,
Your garden of appreciation thrives.
A living library of you.
Each flower represents a facet of your essence,
Your personality and all that deserves to be honored and celebrated.
Grand,
Fluttering hibiscus in shades of electric red and tiny glowing sunset pink lilies pulse with a soft,
Inspiring light.
Your visit to the secret garden is enlivened by a sense of pure discovery.
As you walk through the diverse gathering of flowers,
The rose of blooms reminds you of the love you deserve.
Your nervous system becomes as bendy as the waxy stems that undulate like willows.
Your mind softens and expands,
Looking through a lens of deep gratitude for all these blossoming facets of you.
Questions stir as the flowers reveal images of you.
Holograms of the past,
Dancing on their velvety stage,
Kept safe within the petal walls.
In one scene,
Within a stargazer lily,
You see all the times your body has worked hard for you.
A capsule for your soul in motion,
Doing its divine thing even when you don't pay attention.
Questions stir with a sense of childlike wonder as you wander through the abundant rows of pinks and reds.
What is a secret dream you've kept safe even if you haven't acted on it yet?
What is a part of your personality that maybe you once apologized for but now recognize that it makes you unique?
You come to a particularly large,
Velvet-petaled poppy.
As you gaze into its center,
The petals begin to glow,
Transforming into a shimmering stage where a montage of moments plays out,
Edited by the hand of love.
You see a moment where you laughed so loud you lost your breath.
In this garden,
Laughter is seen as a symphony that can never be loud enough.
You see the quirks you've tried to hide,
Maybe the way you overthink because you care so deeply for the things you may have questioned that now reveal themselves to be superpowers.
They are the electric sparks that make you,
You.
A trellis of fuchsia-climbing roses reveals all the aspirations,
All the feats chosen,
And all those sent your way without choice that you have overcome.
The petals now dance in the breeze,
Applauding your efforts as you smile with relief that they are now in the past and their existence serves to unveil your resilience and strength.
You see the version of yourself within a camellia flower that stayed kind when life was being cruel.
See the version of yourself that persisted,
Even when you may not have wanted to.
These are the petals of your fortitude.
And now the parts of yourself that haven't seen enough softness are offered forgiveness and understanding.
In the depths of the tulips,
The shadowy parts within,
Invite a kind touch.
Reach out your finger and offer a wave of self-compassion.
Nothing needs to be fixed,
It merely needs to be seen.
And as you offer this part of yourself a sense of curiosity and empathy,
The flower begins to glow with a fierce,
Protective,
Ruby light.
Every interaction with the flowers of your garden offers a tenderness and a new vantage point.
You become a patient observer and suddenly all aspects are seen as lessons,
As opportunities to grow and shine a little brighter.
You come to the edge of the garden and settle on a bench of mossy pink velvet.
In this sunset realm,
You are the guest of honor.
You aren't here to earn love,
You are here because you are love.
The garden flourishes specifically because you are walking through it.
A frosty pink mist rises around your ankles,
Tethering you to the soft pink ground while your spirit floats in the whimsy of the moment.
As you sit in this iridescent glow,
Breathe in the heady scent and listen for the sublime sounds of the rustling petals and babbling pink stream.
The romance of this moment brings an easy smile to your face.
Every breath you take now is a gift you give to yourself.
Every heartbeat is a thank you.
You close your eyes as your inquisitive,
Romantic heart awakens to enjoy the beauty of being you.
A gentle breeze takes hold,
Capturing a few petals and sweeping them up toward the sky with a playfulness and sense of trust.
You allow yourself to be swept away as well,
Ushered to another rosy realm of discoveries and rediscoveries.
As the breeze carries you,
The world shifts into a place even more intimate.
A velvety field,
So lusciously red and pink,
It feels as though you are standing within the very chambers of your own heart.
The ebony night sky is brushed with cotton candy wisps of clouds that weave over rose gold stars that sparkle with passion.
A pearly full moon,
The shade of a flamingo,
Casts this luscious realm in its maternal hues.
You now stand in a field of strawberry-hued blades of grass and pomegranate-red feathery reeds,
Each one twinkling and sparkling with an iridescent hope.
And there,
Emerging from a delicate marshmallow-pink mist,
They arrive,
Earlier versions of you,
Showing up one at a time.
First,
You see the baby version of you,
A tiny spark of pure,
Unblemished light.
You reach out to acknowledge both the majesty and fragility of that beginning.
Then come the younger versions,
The children and the teenagers,
Tumbling through the grass,
Figuring things out,
So used to not knowing the way and seeking guidance.
There may have been times when you felt you had to understand,
Only to learn that life is a journey of curiosity and not always knowing.
You gaze at these renditions of yourself,
With a look of love in your eyes and an abundance of compassion that has been stored up all this time.
Through this soft,
Loving lens,
Clumsiness becomes grace,
And confusion and mistakes are seen as curiosity,
Courage,
And empowering life lessons.
In the sacred field,
You celebrate them all.
You whisper to each one,
I am so proud of how you carried me here.
After being honored and celebrated,
They begin to fade into the gentle night,
Dissolving into the sparkling air.
Not gone,
But integrated,
Resting peacefully within you.
At last,
The grass parts,
To reveal one more figure,
The you of the future.
They stand before you,
Brimming with a radiant,
Quiet pride.
They look at you with deep appreciation.
Moved by the fact that the you of today took the time to heal,
To linger in this garden,
And to honor this sacred relationship.
They are evidence that everything you are doing right now is enough to lead to beautiful things.
You take in that pride,
Sensing its weight.
Above all values in this life,
It begins and ends with you.
As this future self fades into a warm,
Protective glow,
Smiling with wisdom and strength.
You notice a sanctuary waiting for you in the center of the moonlit field.
Raspberry pink lanterns,
Illuminated by tea light candles,
Are strung between birch trees that reflect the rosy light.
Under the natural arc of apple red leaves,
A grand canopy bed lights beneath the rose gold stars.
Billowing chiffon drapes in raspberry pink flutter in the night breeze,
Inviting you to come rest in their safe,
Dreamy embrace.
You move toward this fairytale bed,
Feeling the waves of sleepiness arrive.
You climb into the mounds of plush silk pillows and pull a velvety cranberry red comforter up to your chin.
It feels like a heavy,
Warm embrace.
The rose gold stars pulse along with the slow tempo of your heart.
The end of this romantic escape arrives with the delight of sleepiness and comfort.
As you settle into the mounds of softness,
The mantra returns to your mind,
Swirling like the pink mist,
How lucky I am to be with me.
And how lucky you are for the moments to follow and the days to come.
Every day offers a chance to learn more about you,
Relish the impenetrable security of your own affection.
Your eyes grow heavy,
The pink drapes blurring into the soft darkness.
And with one last lingering thought of self-love,
That comes even easier than it did before this journey,
You approach the rose-red bridge to slumber.
Finding love.
Finding compassion.
Finding yourself.
Finding sleep.
