Welcome.
Tonight you are invited on a gentle journey.
A journey across still waters beneath a calm,
Moonlit sky.
Imagine yourself stepping into a small rowboat made of smooth,
Warm wood,
Rocking lightly as it rests on the water.
The lake is quiet,
Almost glass-like,
And above you the moon hangs low and silver.
It's light shimmering across the surface,
Creating a soft,
Glowing path just for you.
You settle into the boat,
Take a slow,
Deep breath in,
And as you breathe out,
You feel your body begin to soften,
As if the night itself is welcoming you.
You take the oars in your hands,
And with each gentle stroke the boat glides forward,
Smoothly,
Effortlessly.
The rhythm is slow and steady,
Just like you're breathing in and out.
The water laps quietly against the sides of the boat,
A soft,
Repeating sound.
Each ripple carrying your thoughts farther away,
Until there is nothing you need to hold on to.
Above you,
Stars scatter across the sky,
Their reflections trembling gently in the water below.
So that sky and lake seem to mirror one another,
Calm above,
Calm below.
After a while you let the oars rest,
Allowing the boat to drift on its own,
Rocking softly,
Completely supported.
Completely safe.
In the distance you begin to notice a small island,
Resting quietly in the moonlight,
Its edges glowing silver where water meets shore.
Tall trees lean gently toward the lake,
Their branches swaying slowly in the night breeze.
And along the shoreline,
Pale flowers catch the light,
Like tiny lanterns guiding you closer.
You pick up the oars once more,
Moving toward the island with ease,
Each stroke slow,
Unhurried,
Each movement carrying you deeper into calm.
As you approach,
The sounds of the night grow clearer,
The faint splash of water near the shore.
The whisper of leaves brushing against one another,
The soft hum of the island breathing in the dark.
You secure the boat to a smooth wooden post,
Step onto the cool,
Fine sand,
And feel the ground beneath your feet.
Steady,
Grounding,
Reassuring.
A narrow path appears woven with moss and small flowers,
Leading gently inward.
You follow it without effort,
Guided by moonlight filtering through the trees.
The air is cool and clean,
Carrying the scent of earth and night-blooming flowers.
With each breath,
Your body relaxes further,
Shoulders softening,
Jaw unclenching,
Every muscle letting go.
Further along,
A small stream winds through the island,
Its surface shimmering softly,
Reflecting the stars above,
As if the sky itself is flowing through the land.
You pause beside the water,
Watching tiny ripples move outward,
Feeling the quiet rhythm of your own heartbeat.
Slow,
Steady,
Peaceful,
Nearby,
Beneath a large silver-leafed tree,
You notice a simple wooden bench.
You sit,
Resting your body,
Feeling fully supported,
Held by the stillness of the night.
Time feels slower here,
As if the world has gently exhaled,
Leaving only calm and quiet and ease.
As you rest,
You become aware of gentle life around you,
Quiet,
Friendly,
Unafraid.
A white fox lies curled at the base of a tree,
Its breathing slow and even,
Eyes half-closed in peaceful rest.
Above,
A pair of owls sit silently on a branch,
Their presence steady and watchful,
As if guarding this tranquil place.
Fireflies drift lazily through the air,
Tiny points of soft light moving without urgency,
Rising,
Falling,
Glowing,
Fading.
You don't need to interact,
You simply share the space.
And in their calm presence,
You feel even more at ease,
As though everything here exists in perfect harmony.
When you feel ready,
You stand slowly and make your way back along the path toward the waiting boat.
You step in,
Push gently away from the shore and the boat begins to glide once more across the lake.
The moonlight stretches out before you,
The water smooth and steady beneath.
And with every gentle movement,
Your body feels heavier,
Your mind quieter.
You allow yourself to recline slightly,
Letting the boat carry you.
No effort needed,
No destination required.
Now you let your body melt into the boat,
Head resting comfortably,
Arms loose,
Legs soft.
The night holds you,
The water supports you,
The music continues,
Steady and soothing.
There is nothing left to do,
Nowhere else to go,
Only drifting.
Only resting.
Only sleep.
Good night.
