Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - A Sleepy Day at the Farmers Market

Episode Date: August 2, 2023

Narrator: TK Kellman 🇺🇸 Writer: Chrisa Adams ✍️ Sound design: footsteps on gravel, birdsong 🥾🐦‍⬛  Includes mentions of: Food, Children, Cooking, Summer, Beverages, Shopping, Dancing, Music.  Welcome back, sleepyheads. Tonight, you’ll be wandering through the vibrant atmosphere of a local farmers’ market, searching for some special ingredients. There will be folk music, thirst-quenching fresh watermelon, and rolling countryside vistas.😴 Watch, listen and comment on this episode on the Get Sleepy YouTube channel. And hit subscribe while you're there! Enjoy various playlists of our stories and meditations on our Slumber Studios Spotify profile. Support our Sponsors Check out the great products and deals from Get Sleepy sponsors: getsleepy.com/sponsors/ Support Us   - Get Sleepy’s Premium Feed: https://getsleepy.com/support/.  - Get Sleepy Merchandise: https://getsleepy.com/store.  - Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/get-sleepy/id1487513861.  Connect  Stay up to date on all podcast news and even vote on upcoming episodes!  - Website: https://getsleepy.com/.  - Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/getsleepypod/.  - Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/getsleepypod/.  - Twitter: https://twitter.com/getsleepypod.  Get Sleepy FAQs Have a query for us or need help with something? You might find your answer here: Get Sleepy FAQs About Get Sleepy  Get Sleepy is the #1 story-telling podcast designed to help you get a great night’s rest. By combining sleep meditation with a relaxing bedtime story, each episode will guide you gently towards sleep.    Get Sleepy Premium Get instant access to ad-free episodes, as well as the Thursday night bonus episode by subscribing to our premium feed. It's easy! Sign up in two taps!  Get Sleepy Premium feed includes:  Monday and Wednesday night episodes (with zero ads). The exclusive Thursday night bonus episode. Access to the entire back catalog (also ad-free). Exclusive sleep meditation episodes. Discounts on merchadise. We’ll love you forever. Get your 7-day free trial: https://getsleepy.com/support.    Thank you so much for listening!  Feedback? Let us know your thoughts! https://getsleepy.com/contact-us/.   That’s all for now. Sweet dreams ❤️ 😴 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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settle. Now, as you breathe in, I want you to say to yourself, I am. And as you exhale back out, say to yourself, calm. I am calm. Calm. Repeat that silently in your head, with each cycle of the breath. I am… Calm. Now say, I am peaceful. I am sleepy. By repeating these comforting affirmations, your nervous system will relax and your mind will slow down, making room for you to drift off while you listen along to our story tonight.

It's time to turn to that story now, so I'll make way for TK. day at the farmers market. The sun hangs brightly in the pale blue sky. Almost nonexistent breeze that glides against your linen shirt. You are making your way toward the farmer's market, passing fruitful apple trees that are evenly lined alongside a slender gravel road. You find yourself visiting the farmer's market a few times a month, always carrying a woven basket and a canvas tote bag. and a canvas tote bag. At way, you can easily bring home fresh produce. Before you left your house this morning, you contemplated some recipes that you'd like to make this week. Last time you visited the market, you found yourself in front of an enticing assortment of colorful vegetables, but with no recipes and mind. Today, you have decided to buy fresh Granny Smith apples to make a warm apple pie.

You would also like to prepare broccoli and cheddar cheese soup and a cool gazpacho, following a recipe from the south of Spain. You full out a piece of paper from your tote bag. Listed on the crinkly white paper, are the ingredients you hope to find today. Items like Roma tomatoes, red bell peppers, and russet potatoes. Catch your eye. You are now at the top of the path. There is a lingering aroma of fresh lemonade and strawberries in the air. And you see a wooden sign with the name of the farmer's market on it.

As you move closer, it is though the market comes to life, unfolding in front of you, like a pop-up birthday card. You see rows of vendors with fruits and vegetables of all sizes, shapes, and colors. They are selling their produce on wooden tables that are oversized and aged. Their fresh ripe treats are kept in round baskets that are various shades of brown. You love this market because it has such an inviting and rustic charm to it. And thanks to the location, there is no need for pavilions or tents to shade the vendors and shoppers from the sun. Instead, there are tall leafy trees in the area. They create a comfortable shade for those wandering around the farmer's market today. Just past the vendors, there is a small stage with creaky wooden floorboards.

Standing on the stage is a duo singing upbeat folk songs. A man in casual denim jeans and a short sleeve button down shirt is playing the banjo. The woman, on the other hand, is holding a tambourine and wearing a flowy cotton dress that reaches just above her ankles. Both her dress and her long blonde hair sway to the rhythm of the music. rhythm of the music. The fair takes turns singing into the microphone, sometimes harmonizing together and smiling back at one another. When neither of them are singing, the banjo enjoys us all. In front of the stage, groups of people are gathered, clapping along and tapping their feet through the music. It brings a smile to your face, knowing that you will join them later.

For now, you prefer to listen to the music while you wander through this inviting market. You give the handle of your woven basket a little squeeze. As you hold it, you can hear the material crackle against itself. Now you begin your walk down one of the aisles of the open-air market. There are vendors to left and right. First, you pass a stand selling lemonade and the smell of freshly squeezed lemons intensifies. You watch a mom and her a young daughter order two glasses of this citrusy concoction, the vendor pours ice into two cups

before placing them under the spout of lemonade. You watch the sweet and sour goodness flow from the container and splash into the cups. into the cups. The drinks are then topped with a slice of lemon and eco-friendly straws and hand it over to the smiling mom and daughter. They look at each other happily and take a sip. The duo then proceeds to wander through the market and vanish into the sea of shoppers just beyond the lemonade stand. Naturally, you follow suit. You slowly walk past the stalls, eyeing fresh garlic and herbs to your left. You move over to the table to see a mound of perfect garlic bulbs, resting comfortably in a cloth bottom basket. Picking up a bowl, the papery outer layer flakes and crackles in your hand. The rest of the garlic feels firm and healthy, so you let the vendor know that you would

like three. You also ask for a bundle of fresh parsley. partially. She hens it to you and you bring it up to your nose so that you can smell its earthy, herbal aroma. You then pay for three bulbs of garlic and a bundle of parsley before placing them gently into your basket. Now you fiddle with your bag to pull out your list of ingredients and a pen. Your eyes scan the list until you see the words garlic and parsley. Then you use the pen to cross the words off your list. Once that it is sorted, you slip the pen and paper back into your tote. Then you find your way to a vendor selling a variety of colorful vegetables. You notice from her business card that the farmer grows her produce just a short drive away.

It gives you a twinge of happiness knowing that you can support someone so local. The vendors come to this market from two different counties. So while everything is from the area, some of the table for four cucumbers, a few red bell peppers, green peppers, and two white onions. You hold your basket out toward her, as she carefully globs each vegetable inside. As she does this, you look down and admire the vegetables sitting in your basket. They are plump, vibrantly covered, and pristine. You smile and thank her before paying for your veggies. Once again, you pull out your list and mark off the four ingredients, scanning up and down the paper. Now you begin to meander further into the market. the tree branches above you, gently rustle, and as they move, beams of sunlight are cast

down. You watch as an elderly lady digs out some change from her coin purse to pay for a loaf of bread. The woman on the other side of the table walks over and softly places the bread into the lady's basket. After an exchange of thank-yous, the elderly woman slowly fresh bread entices your senses. This delightful aroma always reminds free standing local bakeries rather than the ones that are tucked away inside of supermarket chains. Your mind wanders as you continue to take in your surroundings. Two young boys purchase some bright, red apples. A man buys a dozen fresh eggs, and a woman sells a vibrant green aloe vera plant to a family. The breeze is pleasant as you make your way under the trees, toward a table full of radiant

and plumped tomatoes. It's lovely to eat a juicy tomato on a warm day, sprinkle with a bit ofyards and olive trees. And then, to your surprise, you discover that the young farmer selling his tomatoes at the market is from Italy himself. He's from the hillside of Tuscany, born and raised in a village renowned for its tomatoes. raised in a village renowned for its tomatoes. The man's table is full of them, from the cool and smooth skin against the palm of your hand. As you do this, the farmer shares a story about picking tomatoes off the vine during the hottest summers in Italy. He would do this alongside his father and grandfather. He tells you how rewarding it was to go home and prepare antipostid dishes or starters with such perfectly succulent

tomatoes. In a very Italian style, the whole family would gather around the table, sampling the assortment of food while laughing and talking with one another. The man smiles at you with a satisfied expression. Italians are proud of their cuisine, Italians are proud of their cuisine, and this young local farmer is no exception. After talking a few more minutes, you ask for a dozen Roma tomatoes, and when he asks what you plan to make with them, you say that you do not know yet. You chuckled through yourself because you didn't want to devolve that you were preparing a Spanish dish and not an Italian one. The man says that he will bring you a special Tuscan recipe for a homemade pasta if you happen to come back next week.

Delighted, you smile and beg him, agreeing to return. Soon after, you pay the man and exchange goodbyes. Turning around, you see numerous other stalls. The tree branches above you, gently quiver, and a bright green leaf, slowly, hairy shoots down in front of you. You then once again pull the shopping list out of your canvas tote and scratch out the words Roma tomatoes with a pen. Looking over the ingredients, you just need to find russet potatoes, broccoli, and granny Smith apples. You press your lips together and discover that you feel quite thirsty, so you look around for something to drink.

Instead, you notice a watermelon vendor. This summer fruit is full of thirst-quenching water. It is in its name, after all. Knowing that it will surely do the trick and satisfy your craving for sweetness too, you see that there are freshly cut pieces in portion containers. Each one has a single tiny wooden fork sticking out of one piece of watermelon. The melon looks enticing and you can tell it is just what your taste buds are craving. After greeting the vendor, you leave with a paper re-container full of beautifully sliced watermelon. Behind the market stalls, simple tables and wooden, pulled up chairs.

Holding the watermelon and basket of vegetables, you walk over to find a place near some flowers, facing away from the market. You do this so that you can admire the spectacular view. The farmer's market is on a hillside. So from this angle, you can see the layers of mountains and farmland sprawl out before you. There are randomly dispersed hay bales, cows resting under trees, and a rustic old barn in the distance. When you look closer, you can see a horse popping its head out from the mustard colored barn. You appreciate simple things like this, admiring the beauty of the countryside. There are constant views of rich farmland and happy cows and horses, eating hay or apples.

Here, you can pick fresh vegetables straight from the garden. It is a fantastic way to live, you think? thing. Now you dip your wooden fork into one cube of watermelon. You can hear the juicy melon crunch as you do this. Then you pick it up, watching pale red droplets fall back into the container. Bringing it up to your mouth, the simple and sweet aroma of watermelon captivates your senses. The taste is so crisp and juicy. It was just what you needed after all. You continue to munch on the other watermelon cubes. Each bite is refreshing and full of water and nutrients to keep you healthy this season.

As you eat, the view lingers in front of you, bright and shiny. The sky is baby blue with a few fluffy clouds, hanging low near the tips of the distant mountaintops. You sometimes notice a pair or trio of birds soaring through the sky. Other times you just hear them happily chirping as they chat with one another. Once you are finished, you return the container and fork to the vendor so they can be properly recycled or reused. Then you roam the market, casually listening in non-conversations about the firm and patient process for kombucha, or how long it takes to grow a perfect jalapeno pepper. You enjoy these types of conversations, tidbits of other people's lives, and interests that expand your own knowledge of the world. When you come to the farmer's market, it is like the outside world disappears if only

briefly. Here, discussions revolve around nature, farming and gardening, with sprinklings of holistic remedies and old farmers' traditions. You eventually come across another farmer, selling just what you need. Over here are potatoes, broccoli, cauliflower, and root vegetables. You buy a sack of rusted potatoes and a couple of heads of pristine broccoli. You don't even need to look at your checklist. All you are after now are some Granny Smith apples to prepare an apple pie later this evening.

And just white magic. You spot an apple vendor who stalls down. You walk over with your basket tucked into the crook of your arm and your tote bag hanging off your shoulder. At the stall, you admire the variety of apples on display. Pink Lady, Granny Smith, and Honeycress catch your eye. You prefer the Granny Smith apples for their tart and crisp flavor. Plus their firmness makes them perfect for a homemade pie. The lady selling the fruit prepares a paper bag of 8 Granny Smith apples for you. You lean over, opening your canvas toad as she places the bag inside.

You feel a burst of excitement at the thought of making the pie later this evening. A few guests will be joining you. You will play card games around the table in your backyard, with lanterns and fairy lights to brighten up the night. And there will be a cozy bonfire. Bonfire, delicious apple pie, refreshing drinks and good company. But for now, you are drawn toward the folk music that has been playing since you arrived. With your tote bag and woven basket, now full of fresh goodies from the farmer's market, you set them down in the shadejo snaps, and the vocals harmonize in an energetic, folksy tune. You find yourself in the middle of a small crowd of maybe 10 or 15 people. Everyone is clapping, swaying, or spinning around to the music.

A world feels so alive and wonderful in this moment. wonderful in this moment. And before you know it, you are clapping and moving to the rhythm yourself. Someone then takes you by your hand and spins you around. You dance harmoniously together, or a few moments. Though spontaneous, it feels so natural and beautiful to dance so unexpectedly like that. Then you notice the Italian vendor from earlier. You smile and wave to one another before carrying on listening to the music. A gentle breeze caresses your skin and blows through your shirt. As the banjo strums along, you feel free and full of life. With the sun hanging just a bit lower in the sky, you will stay in dance for a little while longer.

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