Snuggle and enjoy a cool reprieve,
Setting the perfect tone for a night of deep healing sleep.
You are listening to The Cool Night,
A sleep meditation for anyone whose body is running warm,
Whose rest has been interrupted by heat.
Erhu can truly appreciate the way a cool room brings the most restorative slumber.
If your body has been holding the kind of heat.
That lingers long after the day is done.
Or the kind that rises from somewhere deep.
And makes it hard to unwind.
This journey is here for you.
A mountainside haven awaits.
Offering crisp cool sheets and circulating air.
Cooling tonics and moonlit pools.
Your cool reprieve is here.
It's time to dream away.
Welcome to Michelle's Meditation Sanctuary.
I am Michelle.
And as you listen,
You might think of my voice as one of a trusted sleep ally.
A dear friend who is here to offer you a space just for you.
Celebrating coming down from another day.
Knowing all you need to do is find release and get as comfortable as you can.
A cool room is so beneficial to sleep and there's nothing quite like it.
It stirs our innate desire to snuggle and slow down.
You don't need to wrestle with the heat.
Or struggle with it tonight.
Instead,
You may take on the cool blue fluidity of a stream in the night.
Moving effortlessly with grace.
Until you arrive.
The cool,
Still,
Beautifully deep blue waters of sleep.
Draw whatever covers.
Feel right.
Close around you.
Or maybe allow your body.
To be exposed to the air.
So your skin may breathe in the night.
You may fall asleep whenever you wish.
The cool imagery will dance in your mind.
Inspire your dreams.
The towel to side.
And with it cast away the warmth your body has held today.
Sink deeper into the support beneath you.
Settle in utter peace.
Inhale through your nose.
Noticing the quiet sensation of the air.
As it arrives at the nostrils.
Imagine the air.
Becomes distinctly different.
Beautifully cold.
Not quite arctic,
But refreshing.
A current of silvery mountain oxygen.
You can almost feel the faint sharpness of it.
Like stepping out into a midnight.
That is clear,
Clean.
And still.
Draw it in slowly.
Letting it take its time.
Feeling it travel cool and clarifying down the back of your throat.
Spreading its refreshing presence into the chest.
And as you exhale,
Through a softly parted mouth.
Release it as a sigh.
Warm,
Heavy,
And complete.
Let that warm escaping air Carry away the tightness.
The invisible layers of effort.
The residual noise of the day.
Every breath in.
Brings a cool sound.
And every breath out.
Releases heaviness and heat.
With each round of breathing.
Your body begins a slow,
Natural temperature drop.
You can feel this transformational cooling.
And internal softening as you inhale.
Sense the subtle sharpness.
Of something wild.
Green.
Deeply cleansing and slightly mentholated.
As it enters your nose.
Feel a widening at the back of your throat.
Deep opening to the changes that come with nightfall.
Breathe it out.
Release the heat Let it float away into the room.
Dissipating entirely.
Your breath becomes deeper.
Slower and more soothing.
Your body takes over from here.
As it has faithfully done.
As your attention drifts elsewhere.
Your body continues its quiet work.
Your breath arrives and departs without effort.
Countless processes.
Unfold beneath awareness.
Tending to you.
With remarkable devotion.
Even now as you rest.
Your body is supporting you.
Carrying you gently toward sleep.
Your mind is free to wander.
To cooling sensations and thoughts.
To the scent of wild mountain mint.
The sip of chilled cucumber water.
To an ancient stone.
Has been kissed by a night cool down.
Smooth and sensational to the touch.
To a still glacial lake.
Edged by snow-capped mountains.
And with the coolness.
Comes a clear mind.
Now bring your gaze to the very top of your head.
To the crown.
The scalp.
And notice somewhere in that soft darkness behind your eyes.
Gentle sense of permission.
Beginning to spread.
Permission to stop.
Cool.
To let go.
Imagine resting across your brow right now.
Awaited aquamarine gel eye mask.
Kept tucked in the back of the fridge.
Waiting to offer this perfect release.
Feel the immediate.
Blissfully icy,
Translucent blue waves.
Settle across the bridge of your nose.
Over your closed eyelids.
Reaching softly to your temples.
Sense the faint,
Tingling touch.
Of pure peppermint oil on your temples.
As the cool air of the room brushes past.
Peppermint activates.
Creating a deep radiating chill.
That rings your forehead.
In a halo of relief.
It tempers inflammation.
It draws the residual heat of overthinking.
Straight out of your mind.
Your face.
Surrenders to the coolness.
And your jaw releases softly.
Your lips part just a bit.
And your throat opens.
Becoming a clear,
Cool avenue for each breath.
Your cheek finds the cool side of your pillowcase.
Meeting you as a gift.
As you exhale with relief.
Your neck and shoulders.
Feel the shift in the sheets here.
In your mind.
They become premium.
Silky smooth and frictionless.
Against your skin.
Every point of contact.
Becomes a place of relief.
Sliding over your shoulders.
Like an icy stream.
Carrying away the stiffness of the hours.
Your back now,
Your spine.
Imagine sinking into a bed.
That is engineer.
Stay perfectly flawlessly cool.
Beneath you,
The mattress works quietly.
Maintaining a perfectly cool refuge.
The air of a deep mountain cave at night.
Effortlessly.
Patiently.
It draws out the deep muscular heat.
Stored in your shoulder blades.
And your lower back.
The bed accepts it all.
Leaving you feeling incredibly light.
Hollow.
Breathe and let it pull the heat from you.
At your hips and your pelvis.
Sink down into this soft,
Supportive cradle.
Of weightless coolness.
Move downward now through the thighs,
The knees and the calves.
Here.
The crisp,
High-grade linen of your sheets.
The air circulate freely.
Imagine a healing mountain cross breeze.
Finding its way to the foot of your bed.
Sweeping across the soles of your feet.
Between your toes.
It clears away.
The last reservoir of the day's heat.
Your feet grow light.
Your legs grow heavy.
Your whole body settles in tune.
A ideal temperature drop.
Perfectly prepared for rest.
The state of ease.
Your mind begins to wander.
Far,
Far away.
To a place of healing.
The walls of your room dissolve into a mist.
Deep blue and silver.
As you drift to someplace.
Both familiar and new.
You stand at the threshold.
Of a magnificent mountain pavilion.
A villa set high above the tree line.
Anchored into the ancient cliffs.
Open on all four sides to the night.
And its deep blues.
Bare feet land on the cool stone floor.
Dressed in a billowing robe.
That allows the air to kiss your skin.
There is a gracefulness here.
In the way the sheer curtains dance.
And the sliding doors kept open to the night.
In the way your content rolls.
Hangs just over your skin.
The sense of lightness and ease is profound.
As you effortlessly explore the sanctuary in the sky.
The ceiling is high.
Lofty and dreamy.
With small globe lights dimly lit.
Dangling like stars.
And in between our circulating fans.
Crescent moon-shaped blades.
Pearly blue fixtures circulate the air.
Adding a soporific word.
Continuous wave.
Cool circulating air.
Presses gently downward.
Finding your face.
Your bare forearms.
Back of your neck.
Creates a soft perpetual.
Motion in the air.
Ensuring that nothing ever stays stagnant.
The air carries the rich,
Perfumed air.
The high altitude forest.
Pine resin.
Sharp and clean.
Blows in from trees pressed close in the dark.
Their bark weeping slow crystalline droplets.
Into the night.
The hint of wild eucalyptus breaks through.
As you inhale deeply and smile.
Feeling a softening in your face.
You take your time.
Grounding yourself with each step.
As you move toward the far end of the pavilion.
Stone opens onto a wide outdoor glass terrace.
Immense expanse of depth.
Cut directly into the mountain face.
Edged by nothing.
Open air.
And the infinite timeless sky.
Deep shades of indigo and midnight blue.
Form bands in the night sky.
Illuminated.
Millions of stars.
Scattered like crushed ice across velvet.
A thin sliver of a pearly crescent moon.
Carves the dark sky with its sleek silver lines.
Casting the faintest light.
Across the snow-capped ridgelines.
And down into the sleepy valleys below.
Small stone table.
Sits near the terrace's edge.
A heavy crystal tumbler rests on it.
You notice it.
Before you can reach it.
The way the condensation.
Has gathered along its exterior.
A thick frosty layer.
Catching the starlight.
Mesmerizing beads.
Form on its clear cut edges.
Reflecting the nocturnal scene around you.
Like a crystal ball.
You take a sip of the sleepy tonic.
Therapeutically cool.
It carries the clean taste of torn mint leaves.
And your favorite flavor infusions.
Soothes your throat as it travels.
Offering a sublime feeling.
Your internal core temperature.
Drops by something small.
But significant.
Something deeply,
Wonderfully felt.
Silver celestial light dances on a deep indigo pool.
The edge of the glass terrace.
The water is invading.
And you slowly meander.
Toward the edge of the pool.
Smooth lavender gray stone steps.
Descend into the water.
You remove your role.
And take the first step.
The water finds your ankles.
It is quite cool.
Gentle coolness.
Feeling that your body receives.
As an immediate gift.
An absolute relief.
A long deep sigh.
Comes from somewhere.
Deeper than the lungs.
Another step.
The water rises to your calf.
The coolness rises slowly.
Deliberately.
The same unhurried pace as your breath.
The ceiling fans.
The sheer curtains drifting in the pavilion behind you.
A soul.
That has no place to be.
And nothing to do.
You take your time as the water welcomes you.
Inch by inch.
Your knees,
Your thighs.
The water accepts every part of you as it arrives.
Taking the residual heat.
Absorbing it without judgment.
Without resistance.
You're away.
And hear a long slow breath out.
As something that has been tightly held for a very long time.
Finally releases its grip.
The last of the internal warmth.
The last of the day's tension.
The water rises to your chest.
Your shoulders You lift your feet off the stone.
And flow.
The water holds you in stillness.
Suspending you.
The cool water below.
And the infinite.
Nocturnal sky above.
Slowly.
Your ears dip just below the surface.
And the world.
Sounds of wind and fans and distant pines.
Muffles and softens.
And dissolves into a deep resonant quiet.
Particular protective silence of being underwater.
Of being hell.
The external world becoming beautifully,
Mercifully far away.
The frantic movement of life.
Cannot reach you here.
The only sounds remaining.
The slow,
Deep rhythm of your own breath.
Sounding like the tide.
The microscopic.
Barely there lapping of water.
At the stone edges of the pool.
Floating as if in a dream.
When you are ready.
Still unhurried.
And without omission.
You decide to leave the pool.
Your eyes slowly and make your way to the outdoor shower.
Lathering for the tingling eucalyptus mint body wash.
The shower water is a touch warmer.
Your muscles feel so tired.
In the most soothing way.
As the water cascades down your body.
Whatever heat the shower brings back.
Delightfully cooled by the mountain air when you step out.
The breeze moves across your skin.
And the water evaporates from your body.
Without effort.
You walk down the deck.
To the end of the pool.
The open wrench doors.
That lead into the bedroom.
As you change into pajamas.
You feel so clean.
Not simply wash.
Goes deeper than that.
Clarify pure.
As if a layer of dust.
Has been accumulating.
All day.
All season.
Has simply been left behind in the water.
And what remains is lighter.
Cooler.
And truer than you remember being.
Here a row of sailing vans.
Circulates the air.
Shades of night blue.
With a cast on the white bedding.
Soft gray stone floor.
You slide your body between sheets.
That have been breathing this crisp mountain air.
All evening long.
They feel like something.
Between fabrics.
And breathe.
Cool softness.
No resistance.
No accumulated warmth.
Just clean.
Yielding softness.
Against every single inch of your skin.
A quilt of the lightest.
Most breathable bamboo fiber.
Settles over you.
Present.
But not stifling.
Comforting.
But not trapping.
Your head finds the pillow.
Cool as marble.
But soft as a cloud.
You sink into it.
Your neck perfectly supported.
Your mind.
Perfectly.
Clear above you.
Through the open archways.
The ceiling fans turn,
Their slow,
Patient revolutions.
The mountain cross breeze.
Moves gently across your face.
Not cold.
Not warm.
Simply moving.
Simply present.
Continuous living current of fresh air.
Find your cheekbones.
Your forehead soft tender skin just below your eyes.
Keeping your breathing space.
Perfectly clear and cool.
Gradually.
The details begin to soften.
And my voice begins to fade.
The colors deep and around you.
Loving you.
In a protective blanket of shadows.
Deep Navy.
Frosty silver.
Lumb-la absolute dark indigo.
Valet of a sleeping mind.
Of a body.
That has finally Fully arrived at rest.
Your body is cool.
Your mind is quiet.
And every breath.
And every inch of surrender.
Brings you closer to me.
Deepest.
Most delightful sleep.
That this cool night can offer.
Every cell reaches.
Perfect restful climate.
The body knows this beautiful descent.
It has made it thousands of times before.
And we'll make it.
Thousands of times again.
Sleep rises.
Like an incoming tide.
Inviting you along.
And surrender to its waves.
To welcome its cool reprieve.
And you give in without thought.
A deep sense of gratitude and comfort.
That comes naturally.
Finding coolness.
Finding reprieve.
Finding serenity.
Finding sleep.
It's time to dream away.
Night
