Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - A Magical Moonlit Cross-Country Ski

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Starting point is 00:01:38 I hope you're well and feeling ready for a good night's rest. You're in the right place to get there, even if your mind still feels a bit active, or your body has some excess energy. Tonight's story will help you wind down and drift off to sleep. It was written by Monica and will be read by Chloe. You'll be taking a gentle, ski adventure into the depths of the moonlit forest, where you might find that there's something

Starting point is 00:02:13 magical awaiting you. So let's prepare to listen by settling into the comfort of the here and now. I hope you're cozy and warm in your bed. If you're ready to do so, join me for a few deep breaths, breathing in through the nose. holding at the top, and then gently exhaling for a little longer than the inhale. Again, breathe in fully, hold at the top, and then exhale. And once you've let all the air ease back out, just bring your breath back to a rhythm that feels natural and relaxing for you. as we prepare to listen tonight and you move deeper into relaxation.

Starting point is 00:03:39 I'd like to invite you to just consider a moment when somebody showed you kindness and care. It can be anyone you like. A family member, a friend, a colleague or just a stranger. And it doesn't have to be anything elaborate. it. Sometimes the simple fleeting moments of kindness are the ones that touch us the most, if you can manage to recall such a moment. Just think about how it made you feel. Perhaps it lifted your spirits, warmed your heart, and put a wide smile on your face. Maybe it surprised you, or even made you feel quite emotional, I wholeheartedly believe in the power of showing care and kindness to as many people as possible.

Starting point is 00:04:58 Each time one of us displays friendliness and compassion towards each other. It can kickstart a beautiful domino effect or chain reaction. And remembering how you felt in that moment when someone showed you kindness and care, will help you to understand and realize the potential of your own caring nature. So, let it completely flourish. We may not be able to change the world single-handedly, but each of us can play our part to positively influence our little pockets of the world, our communities, and that in turn,

Starting point is 00:05:54 can spread far and wide. And in my opinion, showing compassion, friendliness, care and kindness towards the people we cross paths with is the simplest, a most precious way that we can do that. I hope that's inspired a sense of warmth within you right now. And perhaps tomorrow,

Starting point is 00:06:26 you'll wake up and keep that sense. of care and community at the center of your focus. Now, we're ready for our story. So if you're yet to do so, close your eyes. And imagine that you're looking up into the dark night sky. Above you is the bright beckoning light of a full moon. moon. This is where our story begins. It's dark out, but somehow the light of the moon ignites a lightness within. Snow covers the ground and reflects the moon's brightness. Although it's the

Starting point is 00:07:54 dark of night, you can see, perhaps not in the same vivid way the sun affords. but the moon's light is enough to let you be a part of this nighttime world for an evening. A night like this is not to be squandered. Though bright, the night is still cold, and you dress accordingly. You put on a set of wool thermals, a long sleeve shirt on top and leggings below. How fortunate that the wool of a sheep can be crafted in such a manner that you get to borrow its warmth. The smooth wool garments settle over your skin. Your socks too are wool.

Starting point is 00:09:01 Chunky and warm. Gratitude flushes through you. What a comfort to be warm on a cold, night. To see in the dark by the light of a full moon, this is going to be a special outing indeed. You can feel it. You pull on a pair of thick trousers over your legs, stand, and button them at the waist. Next, you pull a thick hand-knit jumper over your head. You choose a half-knit jumper. You choose a hat and stuff a pair of gloves in your pocket before making your way toward the front door. You take your winter jacket from a nearby coat rack and slip into it, first one arm,

Starting point is 00:10:09 then the other. You zip the front and as you do, you feel a familiar lump in one of the pockets, a head torch. You shouldn't need it on a night this bright, but it's nice to have, just in case. Next to the door are the boots you'll wear. They look a bit like ordinary shoes, except for the bottom, which is designed to let your feet clip into a pair of cross-country skis. You quietly slip out the door and gently close it behind you. Why are you being so quiet?

Starting point is 00:11:06 You ponder for a moment. You are alone, after all. There is nobody to wake with a loud shut of a door. You decide it's the night. At this hour, when many are settling into their beds, Quiet feels most natural. Quiet feels calm. Peaceful. On the porch are a pair of cross-country skis. You pick them up along with a matching set of poles.

Starting point is 00:11:53 The snow crunches underfoot as you find your way to a flat spot where you can clip in. When you find the right spot, you gently let the long, thin skis fall to the snow. They are cumbersome and unwieldy when they're not in use. You slip each of your hands through the wrist loop on each of the two ski poles. With the poles on either side to steady you, you align the toe clip on your boot with the binding on one of the of the skis. When you press down with the ball of your foot, you hear a satisfying click. You pull your knee up just a hair, just to make sure you're fully clipped in. Sure enough, the ski lifts from the ground. That foot is ready. You fumble with the other one for a moment before

Starting point is 00:13:05 it too clicks into place. Both feet are in. Tonight, the skis will be like your wings as you travel through this most bright of clear winter nights, swift and fast. Before setting off, you look up at the moon. It's so peaceful, suspended there in space, lighting the dark of the night. Thank you, Moon. You think to yourself. There's some kind of marvelous magic that pervades the night.

Starting point is 00:13:55 You feel a zing of anticipation. What mysteries does the forest hold on a night like this? You set off down a trail. The snow is packed down by the traffic of others who have come before. But tonight? You travel alone. Beneath you, your skis find their natural rhythm. As you reach forward with one pole, the opposite leg slides forward over the snow.

Starting point is 00:14:39 When it feels right to do so, you push down on your foot for traction as the other leg slides forward. You find your rhythm, pushing and gliding across the snow. Push, push. Push. glide, push, your body's movements are regular and even, like a moving meditation of sorts. What a gift. To travel across the snow with such ease,

Starting point is 00:15:27 you can feel the night's chill on your cheeks, but your body feels warm under your layers. The trace of cold is only surface deep. You ski through a small grove of trees. Your view of the moon is fractured, partially obscured by the branches above. Some trees are naked in this season of winter, a time to hunker down and outlast the cold. Other trees stand tall, needles intact. As you glide into a clearing, the world around you brightens.

Starting point is 00:16:26 The moon once again shines down on you in full. No obstructions? A perfect orb, creamy white. You see something trotting across the meadow. You can't cross. quite make out what it is until it stops. You likewise come to a halt. Now you can see better. It's a fox. Its thick, bushy tail sweeps out behind it. It's magnificently beautiful. Your breath catches. You can't quite see colors in the night the same way you can't

Starting point is 00:17:21 can during the day, even in the light of the moon. You wonder, is the fox red? Is it black? The color doesn't really matter. You see the fox pause to take in your presence and then it moves on into the night, going about its business. You move on as well, skis finding their rhythm, as you push and glide across the snow, glistening in the light of the moon. Your exertion is that of a brisk walk, slow enough to carry on a conversation, but fast enough to feel an energetic warmth and vigor in your body. A flush of excitement ripples through you. Push, glide. Push, push, push. You are deep into your rhythm. Drinking in the bright, white world you're

Starting point is 00:18:40 traveling through. Why don't you do this more often? Venture into the dark. You know this forest intimately, but it feels wholly different and energizing in the cloak of night. After your left, You hear a yip, you let yourself glide to a stop. You stand stock still, listening for more, nothing. And then, yes, another yip echoes through the night. Closer this time. You scan your eyes in the direction you heard it, looking for what could have made that noise.

Starting point is 00:19:36 You catch a flicker of movement and see the fox. He's looking right at you. How curious. You slowly shuffle your skis and orient yourself so you're facing the fox, just as he is to you. He watches calmly, as if expecting you to do this. The moon shines down on you both, illuminating each of you. for the other to better see.

Starting point is 00:20:19 The fox takes a tentative step toward you. And you're not sure why, but you do the same. You both repeat this dance, taking another step toward the other. Then you're about two ski lengths away. The fox stops advancing, and you stop too. You can see him clearly now. His winter coat is lush and downy. His eyes seem curiously aware,

Starting point is 00:21:01 almost as if it's you he's been looking for. And now that he's found you, he seems satisfied. He turns around. And just as you think this magical encounter is about to be over, his head swivels back to look at you. He emits a low bark. Almost as if to say, are you coming?

Starting point is 00:21:37 You leave the trail behind you and slowly follow him. Not wanting the noise of your skis to scare him off. You try to be as quiet as possible as you follow his path. He moves through the forest slowly, very unfurred. fox-like. It's almost as if he's leading you to something. You feel sure he wants you to follow. Your long skis cover up his tracks in the snow with each step. You're not worried. Even if he were to dart away, your track back to the trail is clear on a night like this. You feel a growing sense of brightness.

Starting point is 00:22:38 But it's not the moon's light. No, this is the light. All you see is the occasional flicker of light against a tree trunk. As you follow the fox, you see that you're approaching a grove of trees, where a large bonfire is burning in the fox. the middle, light from its flames dances across the pines, which rise up from the snow in a near perfect circle. How unusual, a merry chatter reaches your ears.

Starting point is 00:23:32 It's all tittering and chittering, unintelligible. The fox looks back at you one more time before darting into the circle of the field. trees. You take his gesture as an invitation to follow him in. From the edge of the circle, it looks like an uncanny hodgepodge of forest animals. There are mice scurrying around, chipmunks perched on their haunches, even a big porcupine is scuttling to and fro by the fire. How strange to see all these animals together like this, there's a fervor to their chitter and peeping. It feels joyous. You step back for a moment. What is going on here? Is this the trick of the full moon? A friendly fox guiding you back to a grove of forest animals. As you stand there on the perimeter of the grove, the fox looks up at you from beside the fire.

Starting point is 00:25:02 His slight grin does little to answer your questions, but you decide to embrace this moment of adventure. You use one of your ski poles to poke the release lever on your skis, freeing them from your feet. Then you lean your poles up against one of the massive tree trunks and step closer to the inner circle. The trees that make up this grove are old and weathered, pine, cedar and spruce, all growing in a near perfect circle, all uncommonly straight. The ground within the grove is bare. Very much unlike the forest floor elsewhere, it seems to be a place that's seen quite a bit of activity. You take a deep breath,

Starting point is 00:26:15 despite the strange scene in front of you. You feel a calm excitement, a trill of anticipation, almost as if a wrong, Driving at this grove of trees was the most natural climax of your cross-country ski in the dark. There was no other destination. This is where you were meant to end up. The chittering of the forest animals is reaching a fever pitch, laden with excitement.

Starting point is 00:27:03 You step through the circle and all goes silent. You look down at the animals. Every set of beady eyes, every twitching whisker, and every keen nose is looking up at you. Moreover, the animals are all fantastically dressed now that you're in the circles embrace. Hello everyone, you say kindly, a child. Acheon cheer goes up from the crowd and the animals start scurrying about back to their merry-making, which is in full swing. Welcome, says the fox. Lovely moon, isn't it? He adds, casting his eyes skyward. You do the same. The view takes your breath away. Up above, the full moon is entirely unobservous.

Starting point is 00:28:19 How unusual to be in this big grove of trees, and yet not a single branch obscures the moon. You sigh, now feeling sure this is some kind of wonderful moon magic at work. You smile at the fox in agreement, and he gives a little bow in return. Something tugs at your pants sleeve. Why, it's the porcupine. She's dressed in a lovely red gown with a green waistband. A white apron is tied around her waist. She offers you a steaming mug of tea, which you gladly accept.

Starting point is 00:29:19 She curtses and smiles before shuffling back to the cauldron by the fire. How curious this all is. How remarkable you draw the mug of tea up to your face. The steam from it caresses your cheeks, warming them through. When you take a sip, you're surprised to find that it's sweet. You taste herbs, berries, berries, and berries. And, And honey, it's delicious. Around the fire, the mice and chipmunks and other forest creatures hold hands and dance to a happy tune. You look around and see a pine martin on the guitar and an ermine on the fiddle. The ermine's long body stands erect.

Starting point is 00:30:31 its eyes are closed in the ecstasy of its own music. The footbeats of the other animals are the drumbeat of this happy little jig. And happiness is the feeling that spreads throughout the circle, a raucous dance under the full moon. The ermine is fiddling fast as the jig reaches a crescendo. And then, with a final couple of strokes across the fiddle and a few last strums of the guitar, the song ends. A roar of merry laughter and applause rises up from the crowd. You too are laughing with them, for that spectacle was truly magnificent.

Starting point is 00:31:37 Welcome, welcome, they pipe up at you. Come and enjoy the magic of the full moon. Is this magic? You ask in return. All the creatures just titter merrily at you. As if the answer is obvious. The fox, the one whose trail you followed into the grove, looks at you keenly before he speaks.

Starting point is 00:32:09 The light of the full moon is a gift for all who, travel through the dark. He looks to the sky and you follow his gaze. The moon has moved slightly. It's no longer framed so perfectly by the canopies of the trees, under whose branches you've been making merry. It's off centre. And as such, you have a hunch that these moments of magic are limited. as if to confirm your thoughts, you see the forest animals start to tidy up the circle. Empty mugs make their way back to the lovely porcupine. Mice and moles, chipmunks and shrews,

Starting point is 00:33:16 all are helping each other don's scarves, hats, jackets, and mittens. a tire for the cold. The fun of this full moon party must be waning. The ermine still brings his bow across the fiddle, but the tune is slow. It feels like a goodbye. You feel a flush of sadness, that you've only caught the tail end of this merry little gathering.

Starting point is 00:33:59 You want to stay longer, but at the same time you likewise feel tired and ready to go home, just like the creatures around you. In the absence of movement, a slight chill has crept into your body. You look outside the circle at where you shucked your skis and feel a shiver. You don't want to venture back into the cold. Everything in your body says it's time for bed. The fox seems to realize your predicament. He beckons you over to one of the ancient trees and gestures for you to...

Starting point is 00:34:58 Why? It looks like he's asking you to touch it. You momentarily look at the tree and wonder what this is supposed to accomplish. but you acquiesce to the fox's request. You remove your mitton with one hand and slowly reach out your palm to the bark of the tree. In front of you, the tree's bark is greyish brown. A couple of bright green tufts of wolf-lichen cling to it gamely, old knots and walls,

Starting point is 00:35:44 Tell the stories of things this tree has experienced. When your palm makes contact with the tree, nothing happens. Then you feel something. It's subtle at first, but it's almost like a pulse. You close your eyes to better focus on what you're feeling. Yes, the tree feels warm and very much alive. You lean into the ancient tree's warmth. Your body feels tired and sleepy.

Starting point is 00:36:36 You wish you could slump into the comfort of the tree and stay all night. Your eyelids feel sluggish. But you wish you would. will them to open. What you see before you sends a thrill of wonder down your spine. Where there was once just tree bark, there is now a door and not just any door. It's your door, your front door. You look around for the fox, feeling a need to know if he sees it too. But when you look around, the fox is gone.

Starting point is 00:37:36 So are the other woodland creatures. You are alone in the ancient grove of trees. Have all of them left this way? Seeing the doors they recognize as their own in the old trees, standing sentinel over this place, you look up into the canopy of trees. Only the very edge of the full moon is visible through the tops of their branches. You don't know how you know, but you know.

Starting point is 00:38:19 This moment of magic is connected to the full moon, and the time left for this kind of wonder is fleeting. You look back at the door, again your door, and put your hand on the knob. You close your eyes and visualize what you're going to see when you open it and step through. Sure enough, when you twist the door knob and walk through the threshold, it's your house.

Starting point is 00:39:05 Those are your houseplants and your wood stove burning long, thoroughly through the night, a warm, cozy embrace flushes over you. The sensation of coming in from the cold, you quietly shut the door behind you. Mitten's and hat go in a basket by the door. You sit down by the wood stove and lean over to loosen your cross-country ski boots. Each boot comes off with a gentle tug. You set them by the wood stove to dry, then you unzip your jacket.

Starting point is 00:40:06 Slip one arm out, then the other, before hanging your jacket on the coat rack by the door. You check the fire before walking back to your bedroom, crouching in front of the wood stove, You open the door and feel a flush of warmth meet your face. It feels lovely after being out in the cold for most of the night. You heft another log onto the burning coals. The door of the wood stove creaks when you close it.

Starting point is 00:40:57 You turn the damper down, get up and head for your bedroom. Inside is your bed. Nicely made, a small bedside lamp glows amicably. Welcoming you to bed. You pull your knit jumper over your head and shuck off your thick wool trousers. The socks go too. When you crawl into bed, you feel a shiver of cold. But the blankets quickly do their work.

Starting point is 00:41:49 capturing the warmth of your body and shrouding you in comfort. The effort of your ski adventure has left your body feeling satisfied. It's ready to rest, ready to slip into sleep. Your mind too gradually quiets down. There's part of you that wants to investigate. To go open the front door. and see whether it opens to the magical grove of trees or to your very own front yard, you realize the answer doesn't matter to you.

Starting point is 00:42:55 Whatever happened tonight was a gift, and you decide to cherish it as such. Your mind quiets, taking a cue from your body that is a gift. it's time for rest. The light of the full moon peeks through your window, caressing your cheeks. You curl deeper under the covers and feel the makings of a yawn swell in your chest. With a deep breath in and a slow exhale out, you gently drift off to sleep. While dreams of woodland animals dancing under the full moon, play through your quiet, sleepy mind.

Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - A Magical Moonlit Cross-Country Ski

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