The Witches' Cottage: Magical Summer Rain Sleepy Journey

Drift into deep sleep with this magical summer rain bedtime story for grown-ups. Journey to a cozy witches' cottage in an enchanted forest, where you'll dance in the rain, explore magical puddles reflecting your dreams and potential, and cozy up by a crackling fire with a sweet cat.

Narrated by a soothing female voice, this sleep story guides you to pure joy, cleansing, and deep rest. Reconnect with your inner magic as you unwind and fall asleep to the sounds of falling rain. It's time to dream away.

Transcript

In tonight's sleep story,

You're invited to a world of magic,

Where healing is a simple dance with nature.

You're listening to the witch's cottage,

Magical summer rain,

A joyous bedtime escape set deep within an enchanted forest,

Where three vibrant,

Free-spirited sisters embrace every moment with uninhibited glee and maternal love with a respect for nature.

You don't need a weather forecast here,

Like the ancient beings of the forest.

The witches sense every shift in the air and humidity,

Feeling the playful storm approach long before the first drop falls.

When the magical summer rain finally begins,

They don't hide away.

Instead,

They bring you out into the transformative night,

Laughing with unbridled delight as your bare feet dance on the soft,

Damp earth.

As you leap and twirl,

Magical puddles form,

Shimmering with glimpses of past triumphs.

Every ripple mirroring the wisdom and resilience you've gained.

The summer rain sparkles with unlimited potential,

As you reconnect with the most beloved versions of yourself.

With every deep,

Contented breath,

You draw in the vitality of this rain,

Letting it rinse away the old,

Not to forget it,

But to celebrate how far you've come.

You return to their cozy cottage,

Your mind alight with the hope that everything can still happen.

This vibrant energy colors your dreams,

As you drift into the deepest,

Most restorative slumber.

It's time to dream away.

Welcome to Michelle's Sanctuary,

Where you are free to splash in the joy of the moment and drift into an enchanting,

Dreamy world we'll craft together.

I'm Michelle,

Your guide on this sleepy time adventure.

Think of my voice as that of a kindred spirit and a longtime trusted friend.

I'm here to help you reconnect with a delicious sense of wonder that sometimes fades in the cynicism of a modern world and its inevitable attempt to color the lens through which we experience life.

The sacred time for rest is yours to do with it whatever you like.

I encourage you to let it be the enchanting holiday you deserve.

Fall asleep whenever you desire and shape this journey to suit your heart's deepest longings for joy and energetic cleansing.

The Witch's Cottage series was born at a turning point in my life.

While sitting on a plush ivory sofa with my Chihuahua Jack at a beachside bed and breakfast that was a second home for me,

A place I often helped run,

It was a time of great transition.

I was saying goodbye to a partner as globally we were all under one of the most intense shifts as well.

Looking out at the Atlantic on this barrier island,

Inhabited by only a few souls at the time,

I envisioned these three timeless witches inspired by women who had helped me heal.

I like to think these characters are always present for all of us to visit whenever we need to remember that there is so much more to this life than we may ever know.

And in their safe enchanting forest sanctuary,

We get to wonder and rediscover and to reconnect with timeless wisdom that not all the rapid changes of the information age could ever dare to take from us.

Before we arrive at the enchanted witch's haven,

Let's use the magical power of our breaths to deepen a sense of peace and prepare.

Open your mouth and sigh,

Releasing any lingering thoughts from the day.

Breathe in deeply,

Imagine a warm humid air entering your room,

Imbued with the aromas of lush summer earth and the promise of rain.

Each cleansing joyful inhalation brings the promise of renewal.

Yawn if you like,

Then sigh audibly,

Imagining any tension dissolving like mist into the healing rain-scented evening air.

Continue this pattern of breath however you like,

Everything is customizable,

And I will count you down,

Guiding you to deeper relaxation.

A sense of playful wonder will help stir your imagination as you conjure beauty around you.

Five,

Feel yourself stepping into the lush warmth of a summer night in the enchanted forest where fairies take flight and the night sparkles with hope.

Four,

The smell of conifers and sweet honeysuckle fill the air with a hint of rain.

The perfume of a summer night inspires you to slow down and breathe deeper as you connect with this perfect moment.

Three,

A cozy cantaloupe glow flickers ahead.

Four,

The familiar witch's cottage nestled in the woods where three vibrant,

Free-spirited sisters await your arrival.

Your heart warms and a smile forms as a wave of comfort undulates from the crown of your head to the soles of your feet.

Two,

Their distant songs spill out into the night,

Warm familiar tones of loving souls that always welcome you in this home away from home.

Three,

One last round of conscious breathing makes you feel safe,

Held,

And even exhilarated by this vibrant,

Comforting moment.

Your breath eases into a delicate,

Dreamy rhythm as you prepare to drift into a world where hope,

Comfort,

And bliss prevail.

It's time for our serene journey to begin.

The final weeks of summer cause a stirring in your soul,

A deep yearning for the cool reprieve of the enchanted forest and the juniper walls of the witch's cottage.

The air is so hot and heavy,

The modern world so frenzied and unpredictable.

You long for the timeless witch's home,

Where nature is a powerful tonic that slows everything down from your racing thoughts to your racing heart.

This yearning is beyond physical,

It's a gentle tug at your very essence.

Memories of your prior visits play out in wavy,

Undulating bands of vibrant color behind your closed eyes at night as your head sinks into your pillows.

With these colorful bands,

A kaleidoscope of experiences unfolds,

Relived once more.

Crimson bands show comforting encounters with a wise red fox,

Guiding you with silent surety through the dappled woods.

Lavender and silvery blue ribbons shimmer with the ethereal presence of the fairies,

Flitting through moonlit clearings like living starlight.

Emerald bands bring forth the vibrant,

Energetic spirit of Korra,

Inspiring you to move with uninhibited joy.

Ruby bands glow with the boundless love and warmth of Ava,

Reminding you of the universal connection.

Amethyst bands pulse with Karla's profound wisdom and timeless perspective,

Illuminating paths both past and future.

Sunny yellow bands recall serene spring mornings,

Light flickering through budding leaves.

Deep verdant green bands evoke cool,

Quiet nights spent in the heart of the forest.

And the warm orange bands bring the comforting image of the beloved kitten you named once.

Spring,

Curled contentedly by the flickering fire in the cottage.

Each undulating band showcases a treasured memory or twenty,

A vibrant layer in the rich tapestry of your time at the witch's cottage.

And somehow,

As the sisters are always so in tune with your energy,

These fairy godmother figures simply know you are in need of some levity and celebration.

Life isn't meant to always be so serious.

You hear Korra,

The youngest sister,

Pipe in,

Her voice light and clear as a bell.

The three witches remind you how vital it is in this life,

To fill your mind with voices of hope and encouragement.

These words help mold your inner compass,

Guiding you to a world where you naturally seek out the good and eagerly share it with others.

Remember this,

Darling.

You define the world far more than it defines you.

The unique lens through which you gaze upon life is,

Itself,

A powerful kind of magic.

You hear these words in Karla's rich voice,

Steady and reassuring.

You find these cherished memories and calming words echo through your mind as the night wind whispers through the white birch trees and your feet land on the rich,

Damp forest floor.

The blue cast of night guides you as the moon rises,

And you come upon the clearing to the familiar cottage.

The joyous laughter and conversation of the three sisters are joined by the clinks of silverware and plates as they finish dressing the table in a wondrous moonlit scene.

Beneath the seemingly clear,

Indigo-blue sky dotted with twinkling silver stars,

The three witches have laid out an elaborate dinner table.

It's an ode to summer,

In ancient dishes crafted from smooth,

Dark wood brimming with colorful,

Seasonal delights.

Tapered candles,

Their flames dancing with anticipation,

Cast a soft,

Honey-gold glow across the long,

Hand-carved wooden table that has witnessed centuries of gatherings.

Medieval chalices,

Crafted from pewter and polished stone,

Filled with sparkling,

Effervescent beverages catch the moonlight,

Their contents shimmering with a faint,

Internal light.

The elegance is exactly what you've come to expect from the sisters,

Yet it radiates a rustic,

Earthy energy.

A perfect balance of refined class and wild freedom.

Nearby,

A patch of thick ferns rustle softly.

They're nestled comfortably,

The clever red fox and his kits gather for a dinner of their own.

Settling around a small wooden table that Korra created from salvaged wood from the forest,

Their curious,

Intelligent eyes watch the witches with an almost human fascination as they enjoy their own delightful meal.

The wise red fox comes to greet you as he always does,

His eyes sparkling with warmth.

Above,

The fairies flit through the air like living jewels,

Their opal wings frosty white,

Rose pink,

And icy blue become a playful blur,

Hinting at the joyous revelry to come.

They leave fairy dust in their wake,

The color of moonstone.

You join the three sisters,

A cherished member of this chosen family.

Your heart swelling with a sense of belonging that stretches back lifetimes.

A single hug can indeed transform a mood,

But a succession of three maternal embraces sisters is enough to elevate your spirit,

Making you believe the world is nothing short of nurturing and profoundly healing.

The air is changing,

Karla,

The eldest sister,

Observes dreamily.

Her eyes,

Like deep pools of wisdom,

Seem to pierce through the deceptively clear sky.

She has adorned and flowing robes of royal blue and gold,

The fabric woven with intricate patterns that shimmer in the candlelight.

A summer rain is on its way,

She declares.

Despite the stillness,

A deep knowing settles in your bones.

A familiar sensation that resonates with the witches' innate powers.

You remember how they can feel every shift in the air and humidity,

Like the ancient trees themselves.

You don't need a forecast when your very being is attuned to the forest's breath,

To the subtle scents of petrichor and damp moss already beginning to stir.

You sit down and enjoy this meal together,

And just as the last delectable dish is cleared,

Ava raises a chalice to celebrate you and the night in store.

You smile and raise your heavy vessel,

Engraved with grapevines beneath the starry sky,

And clink it with the other chalices.

The toast gives way to the first signs of Carla's prophecy unfolding.

A gentle warm breeze rustles through the trees,

Carrying the scent of wildflowers and the floral notes of the rose garden.

The tall,

Stately trees of the enchanted forest begin to whisper,

Their collective murmur rising to a soft sigh,

A promise of the coming deluge.

You feel a thrill,

Childlike excitement bubbling up within you,

An instinctive pull towards the wildness.

Then,

The first fat splats land on the tablecloth,

Each distinct,

Joyful,

Plink,

Plonk.

Cora,

The most energetic and youthful witch,

Dressed in soft,

Delicate garments of ruby and black velvet,

That seem to move with the night,

Throws her head back and laughs,

A sound like wind chimes in the approaching storm.

Ah,

This is just the kind of cleansing spell the world needs,

She expresses,

Her vibrant eyes sparkling with uninhibited delight.

Her clothes,

Designed for movement and comfort,

Ripple gently as she rises.

You feel your own spirit lighten with her infectious joy,

Sensing the deep magic of the forest awakening around you.

As the rain continues to fall,

The witches remove their heavy capes,

Stripping down to simple,

Jewel-toned slips as they bound out into the rain.

Their soft,

Cotton garments flow and cling playfully as they twirl.

You check in with the fox to see he has moved with his kits into a deep hollow in a tree.

Watching with incredulity.

The three sisters,

With their hair wild and free,

Cascading down their backs and their bare feet,

Delightfully sinking into the soft,

Damp earth and squishing into the mud.

The rain not only falls,

It embraces them,

And they embrace it.

Each droplet a cool kiss on their skin,

A gentle tickle as it splashes their faces.

You feel an irresistible urge to join them,

Stepping out,

Lifting your arms,

Spinning slowly,

Letting the cool cascade wash over you,

Liberating and fun.

This is your element,

Your joy,

A playful return to the purest parts of yourself.

Shedding the weight of other people's opinions and the constructs of modern society.

Your muscles remember how to move through space with ease,

As if you are weightlessly swimming through the crisp night air.

You taste the fresh,

Clean rain on your lips,

Metallic like a spoon,

As fresh as water from a forest stream.

The fairies begin to sing,

A uniquely timeless take on a song that has always served to lighten your mood.

Their voices divide and conquer four and five part harmonies.

As the rain falls even heavier,

As your dance grows more spirited,

Magical puddles deepen,

Shimmering with more than just the cottage lights.

These puddles are clear and revealing,

Becoming tiny,

Swirling galaxies underfoot,

Reflecting snippets of dreams and fleeting glimpses of past triumphs.

You crouch down as the rain massages your back and peer closely into the liquid mirrors.

You touch the surface with your pointer finger.

The rainwater begins to form spirals and vibrant bands of colors.

Before settling to reveal past moments of your life that have instilled a resilient spirit and awakened a strength within you that was once unknown.

You investigate each puddle,

Some small,

Some large,

Watching the raindrops create ripples that distort and then reform the reflections.

What comes to be,

You wonder,

What could be?

Moonlight filters through the purple gray storm clouds and illuminates the fat raindrops as they fall.

Every single drop is a magical crystal ball revealing all the many ways life could go in a wonderfully positive direction.

You see yourself,

Vibrant and happy in different scenarios.

Each one a possibility,

A path of joy.

Every ripple in the water becomes a visual story.

When you gaze into them,

Rather than see worries,

You see the strength you gained from overcoming challenges.

Reflected back is pure wisdom and accomplishment.

As you look around,

You notice each of the three sisters and the wondrous raindrops around them as they take in their own insights as well.

You join them,

Hopping over tall blades of emerald grass and summer wildflowers in shades of periwinkle and white.

You join hands and smile,

Feeling the cool rain cleanse you as it streams down your face.

Rather than resist it or curse it,

You enjoy the pure freedom in going with the flow and surrendering to the summer storm.

The puddles continue to become mirrors to your strength,

Reminding you of every lesson learned,

Every hurdle gracefully leaped over.

Beyond a physical and tangible cleansing,

You experience deep-spirited renewal.

The rain,

Infused with a witch's childlike glee and your own bubbling delight,

Becomes a cascade of pure joy,

Washing away any hint of weariness or stagnation.

You are imbued with a feeling that everything can still happen.

Your hope becomes a tunnel vision that protects you in this moment and lets you feel safe.

And Carla cries out,

Let the rain cleanse you of anything that dulls your brilliant spark.

We don't need it tonight or tomorrow or at all,

My dear.

With every deep,

Contented breath,

You take in this magical rain.

You draw in a fresh infusion of vibrant energy.

It's a joyful promise,

A commitment to a new start,

That carries all the wisdom of what you've overcome.

Every cleansing shower is a sparkling new page,

Not blank,

But already written with the powerful lessons of every challenge you've danced through.

The witch's laughter echoes,

The magical sound that purifies and invigorates you,

Reminding you that true power comes from never losing that inner spark,

That enduring enthusiasm for life's wonders.

This spontaneous dance,

This intimate connection with a storm,

Is a profound communion with the dynamic,

Ever-changing nature of the universe itself.

You sense your part in this grand,

Playful evolution.

You feel your own powers begin to glow,

A golden shining in your heart center.

The clouds overhead part once more,

And beneath the light of the moon,

Your chest beams and your eyes sparkle like a mason jar of fairy lights as your vitality returns.

As the storm's initial exuberance softens into a gentle patter,

The witches,

Tired but thoroughly invigorated,

Lead you towards a small,

Charming structure nestled near the cottage,

A rustic sauna.

Its door is carved with elegant moonflowers,

Glowing faintly with an internal light.

You step inside,

Feeling the dry,

Hot air,

And the scent of wood and essential oils.

You feel the water evaporate from your skin as the heat draws out any lingering tension,

Preparing you for deep rest.

You relax and slump against the warm wooden panels,

Feeling utterly renewed.

After a deeply restorative romp in the sauna,

You emerge with the witches,

Your skin tingling from the contrast as the forest air cools around you.

You towel off,

Feeling crisp and clean,

A scent of fresh rain lingering on your skin.

The witches guide you back to the cottage.

Gentle patter of the rain continues against the old diamond-shaped windows of their home.

Ava brings a roaring fire to life in the hearth,

Its flames casting flickering shadows,

And a warm,

Inviting glow across the cozy main room.

You settle into a plush armchair by the fire,

Feeling utterly content.

Your beloved cat,

Whose shiny fur you love to rub,

Appears from the shadows.

The sweet,

Furry friend stretches languidly,

Then girls into a soft,

Purring bowl on your lap.

The witches prepare a sleepy elixir for good dreams.

This time,

It's not made from lavender or one of their typical recipes,

But from the sweet,

Dark summer berries harvested from their enchanted garden just this morning.

It's blended with chamomile flowers that float like lily pads on a silky,

Steamy liquid.

You take a sip and taste the sweetness of forest fruits and the delicate floral notes of the soporific blend that makes you feel even more relaxed and delightfully tired.

You have promised the witches to return the kindness and love to others You've experienced tonight when you awaken and begin a new day,

Carrying this joy and wisdom with you.

You say goodnight to Cora,

Ava,

And Garla,

Their kind faces glowing in the soft firelight.

You remember Cora's lesson to dance,

To move your body,

To remember how good it feels to be alive.

Ava's sweet smile reminds you to love,

For love and light truly conquer all.

Garla's fierce,

Tirelessly resilient spirit is conveyed with a simple look into her eyes.

And while she always tells you to trust your voice the most,

You trust her wisdom and feel your own strength as she embraces you,

Reminding you that while you may not control time or the world,

You always control your choices and you always have the chance to heal.

You retreat to the familiar hidden staircase that twirls around the back of the cottage to your sleep alcove.

You have memorized the creak and soft groan of every step.

Once upstairs,

You change into soft linen pajamas hanging within the armoire.

The rain continues to land on the thatched roof and stream down the windows.

As always,

Your sweet cat beats you to the patchwork quilt.

As you pull it back,

You recognize this is a new addition with glistening threads and patches in your favorite colors depicting your favorite scenes in nature.

You pull it back and the scent of freshly laundered linens dried in the sun fills the air in the alcove.

The space is as cozy as the hollow in a tree where the fox now sleeps.

You find that each night you sleep in this healing alcove and dream.

The dreams only get better.

You take in a deep breath and contentedly sigh it out.

Your body sinks deeper into the bed and your eyes close.

The gentle rhythmic patter of the rain against the windowpane and the crackling of the fire in the hearth lull you into a deep state of relaxation.

You relish the warmth of the cottage.

Feeling utterly safe and held,

You let go and surrender to the dreams that will guide you to magical lands and deep peace.

As the rain sings you a lullaby,

You know that all is well.

Finding enchantment.

Finding love.

Reviews

As always,no doubt that I will have better luck next time. I mean, getting to the middle, let alone, the end of the story. Thank you Michelle, for doing exactly what you seek to do—allow us to relax enough to fall asleep.🙏🏽

Michelle, I’m so glad you had special people in your life to help you heal from losing a partner. I loved this story although I didn’t hear much of it. I love the feeling of peace that comes over me when listening to your calming voice and kind energy. ❤️

Wonderful series, a real treat to have a new story added. Very beneficial for those struggling to sleep and needing some help to settle their busy minds. Thank you Michelle, from C. Winter at Magick Cottage Crafts 💚🏡🐈‍⬛

Excellent! This bedtime story has everything I like ….. the sound of rain falling, the cozy witches’ cottage in the enchanted forest, and magic. I have listened to it on repeat three nights & two afternoons & fallen asleep every time. Your soothing tone always lulls me to sleep! I really would like to hear more of this story, but from 6am to midnight I am caring for grandchildren & a new grand baby. Thank you kindly Michelle for the gift of sleep, as I am definitely in need of rest! 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

I get so excited to hear a new Witches' cottage story! Thank you for sharing the story of what began this series. I have been listening to your stories nightly for years. I'm aware of how your stories have influenced the experiences I have. When I go somewhere or do an activity I see it thru the eyes of a "Michelle's Sanctuary" story. I am aware of the sights, smells, sounds, and the "feel" of the experience. Thank you for sharing your stories and teaching me how to deepen my moments.
I am in awe of how your stories are so fresh and creative. No easy task!!
Sending love.

Very restful and soon got me to sleep. Love you history of the witches cottage series. It’s amazing how event in our lives effect us and our ways of thing and growing xx

This was a fun story with the witches. I have always loved summer rain storms & the feeling of cleansing everything & freedom. Thank you, Michelle.