Autumn has a beguiling way of making the familiar feel enchanted,
Dusted in gold,
Transforming into a jewel-toned world.
You are listening to your inner magic.
Guided sleep meditation inspired by this mystical season,
Inviting you to discover and celebrate the magic that belongs entirely to you.
The poet W.
B.
Yeats expressed.
The world is full of magic things,
Patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
Tonight,
Some of the most wonderful magic is waiting to be discovered within you.
The qualities,
Curiosities,
And possibilities that make you who you are.
As you get cozy,
Consider the extraordinary relationship you have with yourself.
Someone whose imagination interests.
Dreams and perspectives are always worth exploring.
And just as autumn reveals colors that have been hidden within the leaves all along.
There may be parts of yourself waiting to be seen and recognized.
As you go beneath the colorful canopy of an enchanted forest.
You will discover your inner magic.
It's time to dream away.
Welcome to Michelle's Meditation Sanctuary.
I am Michelle and I hope you embrace my voice as a longtime friend,
The kind who helps you reconnect with your own spark within.
You are free to define your magic.
Whatever way feels meaningful to you.
And maybe even surprise yourself along the way.
As you drift across the bridge.
From your awaking life.
To a world of dreams.
As you settle in the sanctuary of your room and mind.
A doubt,
A sigh.
Envision this breath.
Alive with all the thoughts that dance in your mind as the day closes.
Like strings of words typed in the air,
Released with this healing exhalation.
As you inhale.
Draw in the air slowly through your nose or through pursed lips like sipping a straw.
The air shifts,
Taking on the crispness of fall in a forest.
Wood smoke,
Sugary leaves,
And the resinous smell of pine linger.
Exhale and release,
Another long luxurious sigh,
Feeling the muscles of your face and jaw soften.
Take your time in this holiday.
As you inhale.
Expand to your greatest capacity.
Feeling lightweight and free.
Maybe a yawn arrives.
And then you sigh.
Enjoying the pleasure of having nowhere else you need to be.
Allow your breathing to find its own natural rhythm.
As the world of your imagination begins to unfold.
Somewhere beyond the familiar places of your waking life.
A quiet forest offers respite at autumn's peak.
Beneath a soft glow of a peach-colored moon.
The forest unfolds in vibrant clusters of autumn color.
Like grand bouquets of burgundy maples,
Copper beeches,
And marigold colored birches.
Interspersed with towering oaks.
His leaves have deepened to rich shades of cabernet and sepia.
Owl hoots toward the velvety plum black sky.
As wisps of cantaloupe white clouds.
Create a dreamy gossamer layer.
Across the twinkling stars.
A gentle breeze carries the earthy fragrance of moss.
Sugary decay of leaves.
And refreshing pine.
Mingled with the cool flinty scent of a stream winding through the forest.
In the purple-blue cast of night.
Your feet land on a narrow path beneath the trees.
Guided by a trail of votive candles.
Flickering and small glass lanterns.
The golden light spills on a dewy carpet of fallen leaves.
Colorful patterns in amber and scarlet.
Every few steps you encounter something new and glistening in the moonlight.
Cluster of Chanterelles bowing to the earth.
Winding roots twisting like licorice sticks.
Small brown bunny hopping into a leaf-covered den.
Your feet leave impressions in the soft earth.
Every step releasing more of the rich autumn perfume into the night.
The forest opens into a secluded clearing beside a silvery stream.
Heart-shaped circle of smooth stones.
Surrounds candles of different heights.
Glowing from antique brass lanterns and glass jars.
Their light dances across the moss.
As the stream curves around the clearing.
Catching fragments of peach-colored moonlight.
Within the circle.
Generous bed of grass has been covered with soft cushions,
Velvety blankets,
And a heavy,
Thick quilt.
You settle into this comfortable place.
Supported by the earth beneath you Feeling the plush fabric against your hands.
The pleasant weight of the blanket across your lap.
Cool evening air.
Remains fresh against your face.
While the candles create little pockets of warmth around you.
Looking upward.
Through the canopy of colorful branches.
You notice the moon.
Has climbed a little higher.
To take center stage.
The rustling of dry leaves.
The melody of the stream.
Enhance the enchantment of this moment.
Your imagination.
Receptive.
Do it all.
Everything stirs a sense of magic.
Changing trees.
The early arrival of darkness.
When candlelight becomes especially inviting.
Centuries of folklore.
Woven into the season.
The old stories of wishes,
Intuition.
And the mysterious relationship.
Between the visible world.
And all that exists beyond.
Right now,
You are free to enjoy that sense of wonder.
And to give it a meaning.
Belongs entirely to you.
A little movement catches your eye.
Near the edge of the candlelit circle.
Weinberg and D.
B.
Lee.
Resting upon the moss.
Begins to shake.
Its delicate stem rises first.
Followed by the pointed edges of the leaf.
Until it lifts completely from the ground.
And hovers a few inches above the forest floor.
Turn slowly Splaying the intricate veins travel across its surface.
For floating upward into the moonlight.
Another leaf follows.
This one a rich marigold yellow.
Then a copper beech leaf rises beside it.
And soon dozens of leaves are lifting from the ground.
Each moving with a grace.
That seems independent of the evening breeze.
Guided by your breath alone.
You can hear a faint,
Papery whisper of their edges.
Brushing together.
As they circle above the candles.
Colors deepening and brightening.
As they pass through the golden light.
Soon the clearing is filled.
With a slow-moving constellation.
Burgundy,
Wine,
Plum,
Copper and sepia.
With your breath.
You weave them together.
And they form a wide opening.
Create a stage.
Suspended above the clearing.
You watch with fascination.
As the stage begins to shimmer.
Waiting for something.
Only you can provide.
Your imagination.
From the coziness of the blanket.
Within the enchanted circle.
You have the freedom.
Decide what magic means to you.
Perhaps your magic.
Found in the way you see the world.
Noticing details.
That others might overlook.
Discovering beauty.
In unexpected places.
Providing humor.
In the most ordinary moments.
Maybe it lives in your creativity.
Curiosity.
Ability to show up for yourself right now.
Or maybe it's your particular combination of interests and experiences.
Could belong to no one else but you.
Some of your qualities.
Some of this magic.
May have been with you for years.
While others are only beginning to emerge.
There is room to observe all of them.
And as you relax,
The center of the blanket.
Images appear.
A movie screen.
Of all you celebrate.
Coming to life.
3d Allow yourself to be surprised.
By whatever appears on this magical stage.
Memories.
Dreams.
Simple pleasures.
Things that soothe you.
Unique to you.
And how wonderful it feels.
To experience this all.
Without an audience to worry about.
A reason to try to conform to anything.
And without judgment or distraction.
Your heart opens.
All the things that shine within you.
You attract visions of all the things that elevate each moment.
Making this unique journey.
Rich as the palette of fall.
This moment is yours.
That you may take as much delight.
Your own qualities.
You would in discovering something wonderful.
About someone you adore.
Or admire.
Above the clearing.
The leaves begin to create another vision.
Guided by your imagination.
Marigold leaves gather into constellations.
Are the deep red and purple ones.
Blossom into an enchanted garden.
Perhaps your creativity.
Take shape in extraordinary colors.
Your humor sends playful sparks.
Dancing through the air.
For the connections you've made.
Here is a constellation.
Warm light.
Paying tribute.
To a moment of kindness.
Affection.
Deep gratitude.
These are only possibilities.
Little invitations for your imagination.
This is your stage with every breath.
With every vision.
You may create something entirely different.
Or simply enjoy the colors and movements.
Knowing your very presence and awareness.
Has its own special magic as well.
You are allowed to delight in yourself.
To delight in the magic.
Imagining.
Relationship you have with yourself.
Is one of the great adventures of being alive.
There are always new things to learn about your preferences.
Your dreams.
Your capacity for change.
And the surprising ways.
Your preferences may evolve.
And right now.
In this healing moment.
This enchanted forest.
Every breath brings a new discovery.
Projected against the vast sky.
Luminous and hopeful.
The candle flames rise a little taller.
As the leaves begin.
A slow graceful dance.
Colors ripple across the stage a stage that you helped create.
Cast moving patterns over the grass.
Surrounding trees.
The surface of the stream.
For a few moments.
Entire forest.
Seems to participate.
In this little celebration.
With moonlight shining through the branches.
Hundreds of leaves turning in the air.
Like an autumn constellation.
A soft breeze moves through the clearing.
Carrying the fragrance of cedar.
You choose to imagine.
One final expression.
Your inner magic.
Something you would like to embrace.
Simply appears.
The floating leaves frame.
Whatever comes to mind.
Enjoy the freedom.
Of knowing that everything here belongs to you.
For you have envisioned it.
You feel the celebration settling within you.
The wave of tired rolls in.
To let out a sigh.
The floating stage dissolves to a magnificent shower.
Hundreds of leaves.
Some drift into the surrounding branches.
While others settle upon the moss or grass.
Float downstream.
The candle flames return to their familiar heights.
The clearing grows quiet once more.
Filled with the steady music of the stream.
You remain comfortably nestled among the cushions.
Enjoying the peaceful aftermath.
Of this enchanting encounter.
Whether you think about it or not.
This magic.
The specialness that is uniquely yours.
Remains part of you wherever you go.
More waves of sleepiness arrive with the breeze.
Slowly gracefully rolling through you.
Like the winding stream before you.
You slowly rise and stretch.
You let out a sigh.
Your breath and power.
Blow out each candle.
Leaving tiny spirals of smoke in the air.
Peachy moon glows brighter.
Guiding your way to a small wooden boat.
Waiting at the water's edge.
Tied loosely to a smooth post.
Beside a little landing.
Polished wooden sides.
Reflect the moonlight.
Inside.
Violet and blue velvet cushions.
And a thick knitted blanket with a soft fringe.
Promise a comfortable passage.
A brass lantern.
Hangs from the bow.
Illuminating the water.
Immediately ahead.
The boat rocks gently as you step aboard.
You saddle into the velvet cushions.
Draw the blanket across your lap.
Feeling its reassuring waves.
As the current.
Begins to carry you downstream.
There is nothing for you to steer or paddle.
The water knows its way through the forest.
And you may enjoy being carried downstream.
Where a cabin awaits.
All for you a sanctuary for rest.
The boat glides beneath an archway of ancient branches.
Where pale strands of moss.
Hang like silk and ribbons.
A few autumn leaves descend from the canopy.
Landing on the surface of the water.
Float alongside you.
Recline into the cushion.
As the boat follows each gradual curve.
Steered by your breath.
Company.
By the continuous murmur of the stream.
And the faint rustle of autumn leaves.
A cabin rises before you.
Resting on the bank.
Pouring welcoming golden light onto the stream.
Windows glow invitingly.
Beneath deep eaves.
And a small wooden porch.
Overlooks the water.
Where a lantern illuminates the landing.
That's just large enough for your bow.
The current and your breath.
Become one.
Carrying you gently toward the shore.
And the boat comes to rest.
Beside the wooden steps.
You step onto the landing.
Feeling the reassuring steadiness.
The ground beneath your feet.
Just follow a stone path to the cabin.
You ascend the porch steps.
The front door opens into a cozy room.
With dark walnut beams.
Deep green velvet furnishings.
And a crackling fire.
In an old stone heart.
The delightful fragrance.
Of baked apples.
Cinnamon,
And nutmeg.
Marries the comforting scent.
Well-loved books lining the shelves.
An instant home away from home.
Place you've envisioned before.
Perhaps from a fairy tale you heard of long ago.
Or maybe just a place.
Considered escaping to.
Quiet and nestled in the woods.
Timeless.
And always say,
Always cozy.
And so you make yourself at home.
Finding magic in the simple pleasures.
After enjoying a warm shower.
Letting the water soothe your skin.
And wash away the last traces of the evening chill.
You slip into your favorite pajamas.
And make your way to the bedroom.
A duvet and pillows.
Offer marshmallow-like softness.
Lush yet supportive.
As you settle into the bed.
Autumn leaves drift slowly.
Beyond the many window panes.
And the stream continues its steady song.
As a delightful,
Heady sleepiness arrives in your body.
You draw inward.
You connect with the magic.
Of your own human form Your attention turns.
The crown of your head.
Appreciate this remarkable world.
That exists within your mind.
Your imagination.
Has just carried you through an enchanted forest.
Creating colors,
Sensations.
Experiences.
Without ever leaving your resting place.
Your mind holds memories.
Dreams.
And possibilities.
And tonight it may continue.
Creating its own remarkable worlds.
As you sleep.
Feel the muscles of your forehead coming smooth.
And relax.
Little spaces around your eyes softening.
Your eyelids resting easily.
The night,
Colors and places.
You have imagined.
May grow gentler and more dreamlike.
Cheeks and jaw soften.
Your lips slightly parted.
Resting comfortably.
Tongue settles naturally within your mouth.
Notice the quiet pleasure.
Of releasing any effort.
From these small muscles.
As your face becomes peaceful.
Your head rests more heavily.
On that pillow Let that feeling of comfort travel through your neck and across your shoulders.
Where your muscles may soften beneath the warmth of the quill Your shoulders have accompanied you.
Through so many experiences.
At last they may shrug.
Come down from your ears.
Enjoy the simple pleasure of being supported.
Your arms rest comfortably beside you.
Your upper arms.
Through your elbows,
Forearms.
Wrists and hands.
Appreciate all the waves.
Your hands have expressed your unique spirit.
Just allow your fingers to curl naturally.
Palms to soften.
Your hands to become open to the dreams that may come.
Pleasantly still.
Beneath the quilt.
Your chest rises and falls.
To the easy rhythm of each breath.
Lungs continue gentle exchange of air.
Sustaining you.
Without needing your conscious attention.
While your heart maintains its steady rhythm.
Carrying you through every waking experience.
And every sleeping dream gentle pulse.
Becomes another part.
Of the night's comforting rhythm.
Like the steady flow of the stream below.
Allow your abdomen to become comfortable and soft.
Rising slightly with each breath.
And settling again.
As you exhale.
Feel the warmth spreading through your middle.
The muscles along your back.
Coming gracingly at ease.
Your spine has supported you.
Through so many movements and moments.
Allowing you to turn,
To stretch.
To reach and experience the world.
From countless perspectives.
Like the trunk of an ancient tree.
It offers a beautiful combination.
Strength and flexibility.
Carries its own magic.
Like every part of your body.
Does its best to support you.
Feel your hips settling comfortably.
Your pelvis resting heavily.
And all the muscles of your thighs,
Your calves.
Becoming loose and pleasantly warm.
Your legs enjoy.
A heavy stillness.
Supported by the best.
Your ankles,
Your heels,
The soles of your feet in each of your toes.
Find comfort now.
Your Veda brought you to so many places.
Now they may rest beneath the quilt.
Warm and supported.
With nowhere else they need to go.
From the ground of your head.
To the tips of your fingers and toes.
Your body continues its remarkable work.
Magically carrying you gently through the night.
Doing what it does.
With or without your attention.
You may appreciate its quiet magic.
Without ever needing to understand every process.
Forest outside the window.
Become wonderfully still.
The stream continues flowing beneath the autumn trees.
Carrying little golden leaves past the cabin.
The peachy moonlight shines on the water.
Somewhere upstream.
Circle of candles is now dark.
And the last leaves from your magical celebration.
Have settled to sleep themselves.
There will be countless opportunities.
Discover more.
About your inner magic.
Follow new curiosities.
To nurture your interests.
Enjoy the companionship.
The person you are becoming.
Your magic may take.
Different forms throughout your life.
That you are free to celebrate every one.
The ones that stay for a life.
The ones that are fleeting and contained in certain chapters.
Tonight you may choose.
See what magic may play out.
Your dreams to come.
You are in the company of someone worth cherishing.
Someone who's in her magic.
Will always be yours to discover.
But for now.
.
.
You may simply sleep.
Finding enchantment.
Finding inspiration.
Finding peace.
Finding sleep It's time to dream away.
