Welcome to Michelle's Sanctuary.
As another day comes to a close,
I invite you to leave everything behind as you step into the home that cares for you.
This home exists in your mind,
A place you may always rest when the outside world becomes too much.
Even when racing thoughts.
Dare to disrupt this time,
To come down from a day and find rest.
Your sanctuary awaits.
You deserve to celebrate making it through yet another day.
And this home is here for you.
It asks nothing of you.
Supports you however you arrive.
With compassion.
And the promise that all will be taken care of.
As you drift to sleep.
It's time to dream away.
I am Michelle.
And as you listen,
Allow my voice to arrive like a longtime friend and sleepy ally.
The special space between wakefulness and slumber.
Deserve some lightness.
And breathing room.
And I'm here to help you drift.
You may follow my guidance.
Or your mind may wander.
As minds are apt to do.
To things that most align with your needs right now.
Sleep may come to meet you.
Whenever you are ready.
And the home that cares for you.
Here whether or not you let go of my voice.
The home that cares for you.
Is felt in your body.
As you settle.
And let out a sigh.
It lives in your heart.
With a feeling of warmth and pride.
It lives on your face.
As your expression relaxes.
Another sigh comes.
Your lips parting slightly as if to smile.
You feel it in your belly.
As they become so soft.
Rising and falling.
With each effortless breath in.
And each sigh of relief out.
It lives in your hands.
And touch the cool walls.
Feel its stability.
Lives in the soles of your feet.
That wander through the space as if floating through a dream.
The home that cares for you.
Brings a gentle ease from head to toe.
Containing you.
And letting you know.
It's okay to go off duty.
The home can take everything,
From here to there.
Inhale one more time.
Letting your breath be whatever it will be.
Maybe explore that brief moment and lull that happens.
Before your breath turns into an exhale of release.
Quiet pause.
Where you find peace.
Takes a mere moment.
And then it spreads.
Like a spark in the night.
Becomes an enduring flame of warmth.
Soothing moments.
Soothing you The home that cares for you.
Built on a foundation.
Of all the things that give you comfort.
Simple pleasures.
Ideal shelter.
The night sky glitters overhead.
Your bare feet land on the dew dappled emerald blades of grass.
Feathery yet strong.
They are one of many delightful contrasts we find tonight.
This moonlit carpet of silky green.
Leads you to the home that takes care of you.
The night is still.
And a quiet time for reflection.
As you find yourself awake.
You tune into the beauty around you.
The home appears amidst a silhouette of trees.
That rustle faintly in the breeze.
The air is the perfect temperature.
As you inhale deeply.
Feeling grounded with each step.
All the things that occupy your mind.
Give a heady sense.
Too much information.
Are drawn down by the gravity of the earth.
You find balance.
Ease.
Connecting.
To the ancient feeling.
Of being part of this planet.
Belonging here.
Knowing that nothing is required of you.
Never will be here.
Home that appears before you.
Is an oasis like no other.
Windows are abundant.
Giving views straight through parts of the home.
Where you can see a body of water.
Just beyond the building.
Perhaps a stream.
Our glassy lake.
For the crests of a sapphire sea.
You desire.
What is welcome here?
Who is welcome here?
But what matters most.
Is that you feel more welcome here.
Than any place.
You may have ever been.
Take a moment to breathe in the delicate air of the night.
Immersing yourself.
In the sounds of this moment.
Sound of water.
The distant call of a night bird.
Low buzz of cicadas.
In the songs of tree rocks.
The soundtrack is present.
But subtle.
Settling into the night.
The blue cast of this nocturnal world.
Is serene and sleepy.
Bringing an awareness.
To the delightful tiredness.
You feel in your body.
In your feet and legs.
Carried you here.
Just behind your eyes.
A prelude.
Invitation.
To allow them to settle and soon close.
Just before this cherished home.
There is a place where you enter first.
A tiny dwelling.
A special place for storage.
Tucked just a little apart from the home.
And glowing softly beneath the moon.
It is almost like a miniature replica of the home.
A child's playhouse even.
From the outside.
It is small and unassuming.
Almost easy to overlook.
Among the wildflowers.
Conifers.
As you approve.
You notice the slight glow.
From a single Edison bulb within.
Hanging from a glass enclosure.
Suspended.
From an exposed white beam.
You open the door.
And step into a surprisingly spacious room.
Wooden walls.
Expandable shelves.
Seem to stretch farther and farther as you explore.
More room may be created.
Whenever you need it.
The sweet little dwelling knows.
Some nights.
You may arrive carrying only a handful of worries.
While on other nights.
You may arrive with an entire world.
Upon your shoulders.
Everything has its place.
It's remarkably orderly.
Clutter free.
You feel great relief here.
Knowing there is always another shell.
Another quiet corner.
Another little space.
Waiting to hold whatever you no longer wish to carry.
Into the sanctuary.
It feels natural to be here.
Releasing all the things.
To make you feel weighed down.
And disrupt your quest for peace.
You might imagine.
Simply gathering up.
Whatever has occupied your attention today.
And placing it here.
Allowing this little dwelling to hold it for you.
While you make room for the things you would rather feel tonight.
Spaciousness.
Comfort.
Quiet.
And the simple pleasure of having nowhere else you need to be.
There's no need to decide.
How long anything will stay.
Perhaps you will return tomorrow.
As a new day stirs to life.
Or perhaps you will leave it here.
For a little while longer.
It now.
You create a little breathing space.
Between yourself.
And everything that has been demanding your attention.
You free your hands.
From the things you have been gripping so tightly.
Soften the places in your body.
That have been racing.
You remember what it feels like.
To have a little room inside yourself again.
Gently move through this little dwelling.
Placing things on the shelves.
Watching as there always seems to be.
Another place.
For whatever you need to release.
There is no possibility.
Of the space becoming too full.
There is no moment.
When you will be told.
To have brought too much.
For now.
It is more than enough to know.
That everything is safely stored.
And that nothing needs to cross the threshold.
Of your special home when you enter.
Nothing you have placed here.
Will follow you.
There is always room for your whole self.
Room for whatever state you are in tonight.
Room for a deep breath.
And as you leave the last of any concerns behind.
You close the door.
And step back outside.
You revel in how good it feels.
Give yourself the permission.
Stop carrying so much.
What a gift it is.
Take this nightly holiday.
This detour.
From things that have been too much.
You walk the smooth stone pathway.
To the front door of the home that cares for you.
The cool stones offer a gentle acupressure massage with every step.
Their rounded surfaces.
Meeting the soles of your bare feet.
Just the right places.
Each footfall.
Draws a little more of the day out of you.
Leaving behind.
Growing sense of relief.
The air has become wonderfully cool against your skin.
Carrying the fresh scent of the landscape around you.
You smell the familiar aroma.
The water nearby.
Perhaps the clean minerality of a stream.
The cool breath of a glassy lake.
Are the unmistakable salt of the sea.
Mmhmm.
The home that cares for you.
Lives softly beneath the moon.
Its abundant windows.
Reflecting the night sky.
In a blue and silver world.
As you approach the front door.
You notice that there is nothing you need to do to enter.
The door opens gently before you.
Recognizing you.
And instantly showing it is here.
Take care of you.
In every possible way.
You step across the threshold.
Bye!
And carefree.
All things that don't serve you.
Are stowed outside.
The air is so impossibly clean and light.
Fresh as mountain air after a cool night rain.
And touched with the clean brightness.
Of the sea or lake.
It circulates gently through the room space.
So that there is always the faintest movement against your skin.
A soft current.
Keeps the atmosphere.
Alive.
And clear.
You take a deep breath.
Inviting that freshness to purify you.
Creating a sense.
Of a new beginning.
Everything in the whole.
As a spaciousness.
Even the cozy things.
With beautiful lofty rooms.
Opening into one another.
White polished glass.
Encourages the landscape outside.
To remain part of the experience.
You never feel enclosed.
Never crowded.
Never asked to make yourself smaller.
There is simply space.
To breathe.
And be.
The entryway offers a fountain.
For cleansing your feet.
Gently filtering water.
With a lukewarm cascade.
The water curls softly around your feet.
Washing away the cool dew.
And the last traces of grass from your soles.
Leaving them clean and refreshed.
Before you wander any farther.
Into the home.
You step on a terrycloth mat.
Dries your feet for you.
The home showing its willingness to serve.
And take away all effort on your part.
You glide your feet into slippers.
And continue down the hall.
The home opens around you.
Spacious and luminous.
In the quiet of the night.
Its smooth floors.
Leading you gently down the hallway.
Toward the luxurious bathroom.
Broad,
Angled glass skylights.
Reveal the night sky.
Stars glittering with hope.
As the moon rises to the heart.
Of the celestial expanse.
The light is as soft as gossamer.
Soothing to your eyes.
As you approach the shower.
Intuitively turns on.
Just the right temperature.
Pressure.
You step inside.
The first drops of water touch your skin.
Warm and silvery.
Beneath the moonlight.
Cascading over your shoulders.
Down your body.
In a soothing stream.
You let the water take its time.
There's nowhere to rush to.
Your breathing slows.
Your heart as well.
As your body tunes itself.
To the gentle rhythm of this moment.
The water moves over your head.
Massaging your scalp.
Down your neck.
Down your neck.
And across your shoulders.
Washing away.
The last sensations of the day.
Your forehead softens Your eyes relax.
The moonlit water continues down.
Over your arms your fingers become loose and relaxed.
It flows across your chest.
And over your belly.
Where the breath moves easily now.
Rising and falling without effort.
It flows down your back.
Releasing the places.
That have been working all day.
Quietly.
Down over your legs.
Until it reaches your feet.
Fragrant lather of homemade soap.
With your favorite botanical notes.
Leaves a clean scent on your skin.
Reminds you.
Of a natural beauty.
Surrounding this home.
Heady waves of sleepiness arrive.
Is your entire body.
Begins to feel like jelly.
In the most satisfying way.
Still strong.
Releasing.
With yet another wonderful contrast.
You step out of the shower.
And a plush towel still warm from the dryer awaits.
Fluffy against your skin.
You bury your face.
Into its downy,
Fresh linen smell.
Simply because it feels good.
The home seems to know exactly what you need.
Light and breathable pajamas.
Wait on a cool marble table.
So soft against your skin.
They offer a special comfort.
That makes you appreciate.
Simply being inside your own body.
You slip into them.
Enjoying the way the fabric rests against you.
And for a moment.
You simply stand there.
Feeling clean Relaxed.
And cared for.
The air moves gently through the room.
Kissing your skin.
The freshness of the world outside.
And with every breath.
You feel that beautiful spaciousness returning.
Nothing is required of you here.
Even this.
Is not something you have to accomplish.
You are simply receiving.
Comfort.
That has been waiting for you.
You feel a welcome return to yourself.
The home into it.
Everything you need.
As each need arrived.
The hallway feels especially gentle.
She slowly made her way to the bedroom.
The air circulates.
Creating the perfect temperature for sleep.
Moonlight spills through the windows.
Distant water.
Continues itself.
Soporific Song beyond the home.
Bedroom is washed.
In a soft blue cast of night time.
Spacious.
Peaceful.
A small framed image of the night sky.
Rests on the bed stand.
Stars glowing brightly enough.
To form two simple words among them.
Save.
And sound.
Your gaze lingers on this message.
Even as your eyes begin to blur with sleepiness.
The words settle somewhere beyond thought.
Deep in your bones as you sigh.
Feeling so very safe and sound.
The room is designed in every way.
Fill you with a sense of appreciation.
And the awareness.
That it exists just for you.
The air moves continuously.
And gently through the space.
Never stagnant.
Never still.
It brushes against your skin.
And stirs the curtains just enough to remind you.
The night is breathing around you.
In the heart of the room.
The bed awaits.
It is wonderful.
Almost extravagantly large.
With a most generous mattress.
You have ever known.
The Sanctuary offers more than enough room.
Stretch out like a starfish.
Curl inward like a sleeping cat.
In a crescent shape.
Change positions.
Simply surrender.
The soft support beneath you.
You draw back the enormous downy duvet.
It rises and a great soft marshmallowy puff before floating gently downward again.
Crisp sheets beneath it.
Lift like a moonlit parachute.
For a moment.
Settling around the mattress with a whisper.
And while it's hard to describe.
It's easy to feel.
This room meets your gratitude.
With gratitude for your presence.
You meet one another's peace.
On a molecular level.
Everything settles.
Into a quiet,
Easy vibration.
You climb into bed.
And feel yourself received by it.
The mattress offers exactly the right amount of support.
Beneath your body.
Other sheets remain cool and smooth.
Against your freshly washed skin.
And as you pull the duvet around you.
Gathers into.
A soft sheltered cavern.
Warm without being heavy.
Spacious.
Without leaving you feeling exposed.
You feel help comforted.
And the beautiful peace and knowing.
That you are completely cared for.
Without effort.
Without thought and you so very much deserve.
This tender care.
You settle deeper into the pillows.
Feeling the gentle movement of air against your face.
Flowing water beyond the windows.
Continues its soothing song.
The home makes another tiny adjustment.
Cooling the room.
Just enough.
Moving the air just enough.
Softening the sounds.
Just enough.
Responding to you.
Without ever requiring you to ask.
Because that is what this home does for you.
Cares for you.
It notices.
It responds.
Makes room.
You don't need to take care of anything at all.
And in a state of deep surrender.
Sleep meets you like a trusted friend.
Arriving gently.
Like the undulating waves outside.
Slow Steady.
Until my voice begins to fade.
As you welcome this friend called sleep.
To the home that cares for you.
Finding serenity.
Finding deep peace.
Finding sleep.
It's time to dream away.
