Drift to sleep in the sweet embrace of tonight's guided sleep meditation,
The Anchor.
Tonight,
This healing anchor.
Will help you come home to yourself.
Finding a sense of safety and security.
Within your body.
Your mind and your heart.
You may always feel grounded.
When you become your own anchor.
The beauty of being this anchor for yourself.
Knowing that you are steady wherever you go,
Whatever arrives.
And however each day begins and ends,
You may feel safe within yourself.
Knowing that there is something steady to return to.
Always.
And that steadiness will help you drift across the bridge to slumber with ease.
It's time to dream away.
Welcome to Michelle's Meditation Sanctuary.
I am Michelle and I hope my voice meets you softly in the night,
Like a dear friend and peacekeeper.
Settle into the sanctuary of your room and mine.
A sacred place.
Beyond the threshold of the day.
You've made it to the other side of it all.
And rest waits for you here.
You are your own anchor.
And as you entertain this idea,
Release the heaviness.
That doesn't anchor you.
The lingering things that sit in your mind.
Feel heavy in your heart sets them free with a long sigh.
Make a sound.
Luxuriate in the power of your breath.
Inhale through your nose.
Taking in the lightness of this journey.
Every breath.
Every moment of peace.
Is here just for you.
You deserve it.
Maybe yawn and shift yourself closer to the sleepy realm.
Where the night takes over.
And nothing is needed from you.
Continue with this ease of breathing.
Your breath becoming the first anchor you discover.
Your body is ready.
To let you guide each breath.
For as long as it feels helpful.
And more than willing to take over from here.
Whenever you choose.
Maybe you find a desire.
To draw your blanket a little tighter.
Hug your arms around your body or a pillow.
Allowing a little compression to help decompress.
Enjoy the sensation.
Of being hell.
Right now.
You're supported by your intentions.
By your bedding.
By the mattress beneath you.
Supported by this moment.
By the earth itself.
In a place where you simply belong.
You don't have to hold yourself up anymore.
You don't have to hold anything together.
You can simply surrender.
Letting go of the posture that kept you going through the day.
Every part of you.
May rest into the support.
Of right now.
Into the promise of all the support to come.
Your anchor.
As you anchor yourself.
Feeling safer Feeling more subtle.
Shift your awareness upward.
Imagine.
What's beyond the ceiling?
What if it were to completely dissolve?
Reveal an endless midnight blue blanket of stars.
As you look up.
Your eyes adjust to the dark.
The way they always do.
Slowly discovering more.
The longer you look.
More and more stars emerge.
Scattered like small diamonds.
Across the velvety canvas of night.
As though a mystical hand.
Had reached across the darkness.
Magically spread them there.
They twinkle in a way.
Matches the slowing down of your heartbeat and breath.
Shape begins to form in the sky.
Made of starlight.
The shape of an anchor.
Begins to glow at the edges.
An aura of opal light.
Spreading into the navy expanse.
Notice how beautiful this anchor appears.
Like a whimsical illustration.
Made of stars instead of ink.
You take it all in.
With a curiosity that one has.
And allowed to feel safe.
Stand down.
Curved arms of the anchor.
Woven from constellations you perhaps glimpsed before but never quite like this.
Lines of stars.
Tracing the familiar shape.
Shimmering faintly along every edge.
It hangs there peaceful.
Waiting for you.
With the promise of more peace to come.
Clouds drift past it.
Soft and silver in the moonlight.
And the anchor allows them their passage without protest.
The stars around it twinkle.
Flickering like fireflies Having their own conversations,
The night shifts and breathes and changes.
And you become aware.
Of the tiny shifts inside of you.
But the anger does not move.
Like the steady hand of a loved one,
Our dear pet.
Reassuring you.
With a single touch.
Like a calm inner voice.
That stays steady.
In an often unsteady world.
Everything.
Around this luminous anchor stays in motion.
Clouds traveling.
Light flickering.
The sky itself slowly turning and still the anger remains.
Exactly where it is.
What a beautiful reminder.
Everything around you can move.
Or something within you.
Remains steady.
And almost.
As if in a dream.
You find yourself getting closer to this anchor,
Drawn to it like a moth to a flame.
Closing the distance.
Until it comes near enough now.
You can reach for it.
And touch it.
Without any pressure or expectations.
Your hand meets its surface.
It's a delightfully agreeable temperature.
Exactly what you need right now.
It feels smooth.
It has ornate grooves.
The tactile sensation alone grounds you.
And makes you so aware of the present moment.
You notice its weight.
But it's not too heavy.
Substantial Sturdy but nothing about it presses down on you.
It simply is.
Solid enough to lean against.
Solid enough to trust.
Solid enough to feel good.
When you wrap your arms around it.
Without much thought.
You lean into the anchor.
Your arms find their way around its curved shape.
The way you'd embrace something you've missed.
Without knowing you were missing it.
Feel your chest come to rest against it.
Feel your arms wrap around its glowing form.
Let your cheeks settle against its smooth,
T-shaped curve.
Feel its weight now.
Fully the whole of it.
Resting gently against you.
Reminding you of what is enduring and solid.
In an ever-changing world.
This is the same comfort of a weighted blanket.
The same day.
Physical reassurance.
Of being hell.
And of having something strong.
And reassuring to hold on to.
Breathe here for a while in.
And out.
Notice how the anchor seems to brighten.
Ever so slightly.
With each breath you take.
As though it is breathing with you.
As though your breath and its light.
Are learning each other's rhythm.
You can stay here as long as you'd like.
You can return to this sense of security and grounding.
Whenever your mind conjures this anchor.
But as you breathe in and out.
And ow.
You notice the anchor beginning to change.
While it remains steadfast and tranquil.
Begins to grow smaller.
Gradually as it draws nearer.
It doesn't disappear.
Nothing this true ever simply vanishes.
But it moves closer still.
Drawing inward.
Until at last it settles and rests before your sternum.
Protecting your heart.
Becomes more intimate.
It becomes a small luminous sentinel.
You can feel it there now.
Like the gentle weight of a hand.
Resting on your heart.
A warmth that has nowhere else to be.
But exactly where it is.
Supporting you.
Allowing you to feel perfectly content.
And cared for.
Quiet,
Steady presence.
As certain as anything you've ever known.
It lets you know.
Whatever you are feeling is okay.
You are okay.
This is your anchor.
Created by you.
Bring you back to a sense of trust.
To remind you what it feels like.
Be safe to your very core.
With every breath The anger remains.
It allows you to expand.
And take up all the space you desire and need.
With every heartbeat.
It offers the same simple reminder.
I am here.
You are safe.
The anchor finds its home with you.
Not the vast night sky.
Though it can return there.
Whenever it wishes.
It here.
Nestled close.
To the very center of you.
A new practical kind of magic reveals itself.
Whenever you need to root down.
Whenever the world feels loud or uncertain.
For far too much.
You don't have to search the sky for something enormous.
Even though the vast and infinite sky We make all your cares feel small.
You simply bring your attention here.
To the small glowing anchor.
Protecting your heart.
Protecting your peace.
Though it feels like something you found.
It was really just something waiting to be remembered.
Now.
From this gentle light of the anchor.
You feel a soft warmth.
Beginning to spread outward.
Rippling like moonlit water.
Silky and delicate.
It moves down through your chest.
A slow current.
Traces its way through your ribs.
Into your belly.
Softening everything it touches.
It continues downward.
Into your hips.
Heavy and loose now.
Sinking further into the bed beneath you.
Over your thighs down through your knees.
Down through your calves all the way to your feet.
The very tips of your toes.
With a soothing energy.
Moving through you.
Your body grows heavier.
Easy.
Yet waited like wet sand.
Safely.
Willingly surrendering.
And being hell.
Feel how connected you are now.
To all that holds you.
The support below you.
Beyond the floor the very earth itself.
Thanks.
Ancient.
Steady.
Able to hold everything all at once.
Without a single ounce of effort.
Or thought.
You can feel both things at once now.
You pay more and more attention.
Notice the small glowing anchor resting over your heart.
The deep ancient earth.
Humming beneath you below.
Held between the two.
And as your body continues to rest here.
Softened and held.
Your attention returns to the anchor.
Feel its familiar way.
Feel its steady warmth.
Even if your mind drifts a little.
Minds are known to do.
You are gently tethered.
And guide at home.
Anchor.
Returning to your heart.
A place you may always return to.
The anger continues to glow.
Forming a halo surrounding you with its pearly soft light.
It creates a boundary around you.
A bubble of light.
It is gentle.
Certain.
And unshakable.
When something comes toward you.
Something that might once have disrupted your peace.
The light of this anchor protects you.
Or negativity.
Expectations.
Harshness.
Our energy that does not belong to you.
Meets the edge of your light.
It simply deflects.
Sliding away.
Disappearing into thin air.
The protection of this oar.
Means you no longer need to stand watch.
You can delightfully set down the silent vigilance you've carried.
Your nervous system dialing down.
As a true holiday.
For the mind and spirit.
Body now arrives.
Within this protection.
You may still have empathy and care deeply.
Your heart can stay open,
Soft.
Receptive to love.
Precisely because it is protected.
Protection and openness.
May enjoy a delicate dance.
Perfect balance.
As you rest with your anchor.
You're free to feel both at once.
It's easy to be open.
When you feel this grounded and safe.
Your anger travels with you.
Not just today.
Remains exactly where it found its home.
Nestled quietly at your heart center.
Through every hour that follows tonight.
It will be there when you wait.
That first unguarded moment.
The morning events begin to stir.
Before sunlight even begins.
To spill across the room.
It will be there.
As you move through whatever another day brings.
The ordinary hours.
The unexpected events all the same.
Your anger will be there.
And something catches you off guard.
When you feel scattered.
Were pulled into many directions at once.
And you simply need.
Come back to yourself.
Wherever you are whenever you need it.
You can pause.
And remember.
You can in your mind's quiet eye.
Embrace it again.
Feel its familiar way.
Familiar warmth.
Familiar,
Steady presence.
Your anchor travels with you now.
It guides you to healing dreams.
And now.
Everything else begins to soften.
And fall away.
There's no more to discover tonight.
No more to take in.
Only rest now.
Waiting patiently to receive you.
Like an old dear friend.
Feel the support beneath you once more.
Blanket resting over you.
Pillow cradling your head.
The warmth that surrounds you.
Entirely your own.
The orb of protection.
This bubble of peace.
Feel the weight of your sleepy body.
Heavier now.
And when we began.
Sunk fully into the comfort has been holding you this whole time.
Your breath takes on the rhythm.
With somebody so relaxed.
Somebody nearing sleep.
As always,
It asks nothing of you.
Feel the anchor still resting at your heart.
Glowing,
Steady as ever.
Your guardian.
Keeps watch for you.
And asks for nothing in return.
And if you were to gaze up.
.
.
Just once more.
You might glimpse the great celestial anchor high above.
Still hanging there among the stars.
Exactly as it always has.
And if you look closely enough.
.
.
The faint thread of starlight.
Connects it to the small glowing anchor.
Resting here.
To anchors.
One life.
Always joy.
You don't have to do anything now.
You don't have to stay away.
To feel protected.
You don't have to hold on to a single thought.
Moment longer the anchor.
Your guardian remains.
Even while you rest.
Especially while you sleep.
As you drift closer and closer.
The bridge that will lead you to sleep.
Let these words settle over you now.
Choosing to hold on to the ones that resonate.
And letting the rest.
Disappear.
I am anchored within myself.
I am grounded in my body.
I am steady.
In my mind.
I am safe.
Within my heart.
I am my own anchor.
Wherever I go.
Let's the last of these fade quietly into the dark.
Into your breath.
In to sleep.
Needing no more explanation.
Then a star needs a reason to shine.
Sleep finds you now.
And you find sleep.
Quiet reunion.
As though you have both been making your way.
Toward one another.
All along.
Finding peace.
Finding serenity.
Finding sleep.
It's time to dream away.
You you
