Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - Flowers that Bloom by Moonlight
Episode Date: July 6, 2022Narrator: TK Kellman 🇺🇸 Writer: Alicia ✍️ Sound design: river, birds, horse hooves clopping. 🌊🕊🐴 Welcome back, sleepyheads. Tonight we'll travel to a beautiful, faraway city o...n a river, where a king has a problem almost nobody can solve. In the end, we’ll find that a little bit of reading and a lot of courage can make all the difference. 😴 👀 Watch, listen and comment on this episode on our brand new Get Sleepy YouTube channel! And hit subscribe while you're there! :) Support our Sponsors - BetterHelp. If you're feeling burned out, BetterHelp can guide you back to a more manageable way of life. BetterHelp is online therapy from the comfort of your own home. Go to betterhelp.com/getsleepy for 10% off of your first month. - Little Passports offers globally inspired award-winning kits filled with hands-on activities, games and stories, all designed to spark curiosity and imagination among young adventurers and scientists. New customers get 20% off at littlepassports.com/getsleepy. Check out other 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. 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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My name is Tom and I'm your host, thanks for tuning in. Tonight, TK will be reading a sleepy retelling of the classic fairy tale, The White Slipper.
If you're familiar with another version, this one is a little different.
We'll travel to a beautiful, far away city on a river, where a king has a problem that
almost nobody can solve.
In the end, we'll find that a little bit of reading and a lot of courage can make all
the difference. So, let's settle in and prepare for a great night's rest.
Snuggle up in your covers, finding a comfy position, and take some deep, nourishing breaths
just to help you relax. As you breathe, pay attention to your body. Are there any
areas that feel tense or restless? If so, just spend a moment tuning into that area.
And as you release each breath, allow a greater sense of relaxation to clear out the tension
more and more. You can do this for as much time as you'd like, noticing any discomfort and
just spending a moment acknowledging those sensations. Then letting them gradually fade with each calming release.
As you continue to relax, let TK's voice guide you into a night of deep sleep. May a sense of imagination be your gateway.
Visualize a shining waterway spanned by beautiful arched bridges. On either side there is a charming city on the banks of a wide and lazy river.
It was the greatest city in the kingdom. This was because the royal family lived there in a beautiful palace.
The river also created a natural hub for commerce. The port sent and received goods up and down the river.
And these goods traveled as far as the towns near the ocean and beyond. Because of its excellent reputation for trade, and its position on a major waterway,
the town was prosperous and lively. of all types, flourish, building stately homes on either side.
Gracious bridges appeared to sail weightlessly over the water,
joining the people on the left, to the people on the right.
the people on the left, to the people on the right. Even the humbler craftsman benefited from the robust life of the city, finding plenty
of horses to chew, tools to make, and potions to mix.
As the thing goes, a rising tide lifts all boats, and that was the case for the fortunate
citizens of this part of the kingdom. The king was a good-natured and festive sort of
person. In fact, some might have called him a little frivolous. His daughter was the Princess Ski-Ra. She was greatly admired.
Southerners from all the nearby kingdoms visited with lavish gifts, hoping to win her hand. The throne room became piled high with jewels, fine silks, clever mechanical music boxes,
and exotic keys and spices. Each visitor tried to outdo the last with his offering of love.
However, these suitors were challenged by more than just competition with each other.
It happened that in addition to shining beauty and well, the princess was also blessed by an abundance of intelligence.
Because of that, she was not in a hurry to marry. As the only heir to the throne, she had spent her life studying
what she liked. She had read many classic texts and studied languages, history, and music.
The princess had high standards for those who would seek to be her husband.
And none of her suitors could seem to keep up with her in conversation.
One after the other, they were rejected.
As for the king, he wasn't in a hurry for her to be wet. And he was often too busy enjoying his life and taking part in
the entertainments of the court to bother protesting. The king had a magnificent white horse, and one of his favorite pastimes was to go out for long rides.
One day, while he was enjoying a canter through the woods, his horse was spooked by a wily fox. The faithful mount reared
up and the king was thrown from the saddle. Although he mostly fared all right, he caught his foot in the stirrup.
The king westered for many days, and many court healer supplied poltuses, but his foot
never quite felt the same.
Walking on it just wasn't comfortable anymore.
It made him sad to think he might not be able to enjoy life as he had before. Some time later, the princess received a suzer who had brought her a truly wondrous gift.
It was a pair of baby soft silk flippers in the most delicate pink.
The suitor told her that these slippers would allow her to dance all day and night without
ever feeling any pain from tired feet.
Kira was skeptical about this claim.
In the spirit of science, however,
she tried the slippers that a lavish ball,
a city merchant was hosting the next night.
She found two who were amazement, at the promise was true.
She danced constantly at the glittering party all night, and then all the next day, until she was simply too tired to continue.
Somehow, her feet were as comfortable at the last dance as they had been at the first.
had been at the first. Curious about where the shoes had come from, she asked the suzer how he'd obtained them.
He told her that he had paid a great price to a famous traveling shoemaker who had passed
through his kingdom.
Kira had an idea.
What if a shoe could be made to fit her father?
If the same medical wizardry might be applied to the King's foot, she hoped that perhaps he could walk happily again.
She sent one of the King's most loyal and speediest servants to find the elusive shoemaker.
to find the elusive shoemaker.
Promising the craftsman a lavish payment, if he could bring her a miraculous cure.
The weeks dragged on,
and Keeer's father continued to lie in bed.
When the king wasn't happy, the city wasn't happy.
All festivities, ground to a halt.
Without their king to plan all the celebrations they were used to, the entire town found that
life was much less exciting.
Finally, one day, a long awaited servant returned with the famous shoemaker.
The court was a flutter with excitement.
They'd heard their guest already had a shoe with him, that he claimed would cure the king
of his discomfort would cure the king.
He was to present it in the throne room the very next day.
Naturally the shoemaker was given the finest guest room at the palace for the night.
He grandly took up residence in his chamber,
ordering the footmen to place a very special,
richly-car wooden chest at the foot of his bed.
All eyes were on that chest,
because everyone knew
it must hold the magical shoes for the king.
One of the servants in the palace
was a young man named Rowan. His job was to clean the fireplaces and tidy up in all the rooms.
Rowan was a very handsome and intelligent fellow.
fellow. He had been raised by his uncle, who was the owner of a bookshop. Because of that,
he'd read a great deal over the years. Patti had no money. Getting a job at the palace had seemed like his best chance at making ends meet.
So he cleaned all day, every day, without complaint. Rowan came to the famous shoemaker's chamber once the man had gone down to dinner.
He built up the fire and looked to see if anything in the room needed straightening.
His eye fell on the intricately carved wooden box.
Like everyone else, he knew it had to hold something special.
And he couldn't stop himself from taking a little peek.
Running his hands over the beautiful carvings.
He decided he'd just look inside quickly.
He pulled open the heavy metal latch and peered in.
There, resting on purple velvet, was a large white silk slipper.
He didn't dare touch it, proferee he might smudge it with ashes.
He had never seen a shoe so fine.
As he was admiring it, he heard a noise in the hall.
He realized the shoeemaker must be returning.
Rowan closed the lid of the box and slid himself under the bed, where he could hide behind
the dust ruffle. The shoemaker entered the room, and Rowan could hear the sound of some items being set
out on the table.
Laying his head flat to the ground, he could just see the man, placing some sort of jar
and a soft brush there. The man then approached the
wooden chest, which made Rowan nervous, since it was so near the bed, but he didn't notice rowing at all.
Instead, he took the beautiful white slipper from the chest.
Carrying it back to the table, he proceeded to lightly brush the inside of the slipper
with some sort of powder from the jar.
A glitter briefly in the fire light.
Then he tapped the brush three times on the jar, re-sealed it, and put all the materials and the shoe away.
Having completed this task and humming cheerfully to himself, he fetched the velvet cloak and
once again left the chamber.
When he was sure that their shoemaker was gone,
Rowan crawled out from under the bed.
There was nothing on the table now,
and the chest was firmly closed. Not wanting to be caught snooping,
Rowan left the room and continued with his chores.
But as he cleaned, he couldn't get the shoe out of his mind.
He wondered what the man had been doing with the glittering powder.
Rowan wasn't in the throne room the next day for the grand occasion.
But he heard that the shoe was a success. According to the servant's gossip, the king's pain had vanished when the shoe was placed
on his foot.
And he was already back to being his old self.
Apparently, the king was already out on a walk around the garden with some of the nobles of the court and a lavish ball was being planned. The shoemaker had been richly rewarded in gold and was departing to fulfill other requests
in distant kingdoms.
The entire city rejoiced, knowing life would return to normal.
The King threw himself back into life with enthusiasm, and he was soon spending his time planning Granting a grand regatta on the river for all the citizens to attend.
The day of the regatta was declared a half a day, and there were to be many games and Well, of course, feasting.
The king had a barge prepared, where he would have his court assembled on the river to watch
the boat races.
It was large enough for dancing. There was much talk about who would have the privilege of sitting there during the event.
The holiday brought sparkling sunshine, and the river was full of little boats flying
colorful flags.
The clear water of the river glittered as though it was full of jewels. The fire city was filled with music and the smell of delicious food.
The king and his court made Mary on the bar dancing and eating and laughing throughout the
day. But then something unexpected happened. As the king was leaning over to speak
to someone in a different boat, he lost his balance, and almost fell over the edge of the barge. Luckily there were many people nearby to help him.
Ah, by the time he was safely standing again, he had lost his beloved white slipper.
He had lost his beloved white slipper. It landed in the river.
Bob briefly had the surface and then sank.
A cry went up that everyone who could swim should go in after the shoe.
People and nearby boats hung over the sides,
running their hands through the water.
Many dived right into the river and swam about looking for it.
But, in the end, the slipper could not be found. The king began to say that he was uncomfortable and couldn't walk on his foot.
He was carried home, inconsolable.
Over the next few days, the river was teaming with activity.
The river was teaming with activity. The king promised a handsome reward to anyone who could find his shoe.
Before long, word had spread to nearby kingdoms, and hunters arrived, determined to capture the prize for themselves.
They searched and searched for the shoe, but had no luck in finding it. They walked the same beaches, sifted through the same mud, and hung nets
from boats in the same channels. Each of them failed, time, and time again.
She watched as her father grew more and more hopeless every day.
One morning, she made up her mind.
She announced that in addition to the reward from her father, she would marry whoever could
succeed in completing this most daunting task.
Now unlike her father, Kira didn't think the shoe would ever be found in the river.
It was deep and has swallowed up much more than shoes in the past.
But she secretly hoped that someone with a little more creativity, someone she could love and respect.
Might come through, with an even better idea, to cure her father's ailment. Like every other person in the kingdom, Rowan heard here is announcement.
Although he was merely a servant, he was completely smitten by the princess.
He found her dazzling.
It was because of her wit, as well as her beauty.
Rowan remembered that his uncle had a shelf of science and alchemy books in his bookshop.
He had poured over those books as a youth. Marvelling at the mysteries they
revealed. He knew nothing about magic shoes, but he had not dusted the king's slipper with some type of powder.
And it only made sense that the powder was responsible for the pain relief.
Rowan decided to search for the source of the powder treatment, rather than wasting time finding the shoe itself.
He was tireless in his pursuit.
While the river was teaming with fortune hunters, diving and combing the banks. Rowan spent his free time in his uncle's bookshop.
It was a wonderful place,
piled high with tomes of all kinds.
Error cookbooks and warm volumes about history.
There were classic texts and all different languages.
Novels and storybooks were stacked haphazardly along with poetry. Here and there, one could find a cozy, worn armchair in a little corner and get lost in
a good book for hours.
Rowan spent every possible moment in the nooks and crannies of his uncle's little shop.
When he couldn't stay, he borrowed books on Alchemy and brought them back with him to
the palace to read in his spare time.
One day, he found his answer.
Buried in a dusty book about herbalism, there was mention of a plant that grew in a special
place on the plains of a nearby kingdom. Its pollen was known to cure pain, but it had to
be harvested in the powdery form.
According to the maps, Rowan was able to find. It would take him about a week of travel
to reach this place on horseback.
Now he didn't have a horse, nor did his uncle.
Anyone he knew who might be fortunate enough to own one
surely couldn't part with it for weeks.
Rowan knew that getting to this miraculous plant was his only hope to solve the King's problem, and maybe, just maybe, win Kira's hand.
Risking everything, he decided to speak to the King at the next public audience in the
throne room.
Later that week, he lined up with all of the citizens who waited outside the King's
chambers to make their requests.
The public audience was always a lengthy and trying affair, and the King tended to get grumpy
as the day went on.
Sadly for Rowan, he was nearly last in line.
After many hours, and with only a handful of people left in the room, Rowan stood before
the king.
He waved his hand and indicated that Rowan should speak quickly. But, I will need to borrow a horse.
The courtiers drop their jaws at this display of impudence.
The idea of a servant boy asking the king for a horse, but alone suggesting he could cure his ailment, was ridiculous.
Seeing he had only moments to make his case, Rowan continued.
There is a flower that grows in a special place, he said.
I know where this place is, but it would take me a month to get there on foot.
If only you could loan me a horse.
I could be back here in two weeks to relieve your pain.
The nobles murmur and laugh.
The king shifted in his seat and row and prepared to be turned away.
But the young man was surprised.
But, the young be worth it.
Then, with a dramatic wave of his hand, he dismissed Ron, and told everyone else in the room they should leave as well.
Princess Kira was seated nearby during this extraordinary conversation, and she was intrigued.
The fact that this young man had the sense to take a new approach, made her respect him instantly.
She liked clever people, and his bravery and appearing before the king with such a bold
request was admirable. Although she didn't want to get her hopes up,
the prince has secretly wished that Rowan might pull off a miracle cure.
Meanwhile, Rowan made haste to prepare for his departure.
haste to prepare for his departure. News of his audience in the throne room spread quickly, and every servant in the castle
was so whispering about it. All the other servants rallied around him as he readied himself for the journey.
The cook packed him a generous supply of provisions,
and the grooms offered him one of the best horses.
All lies were now on rollin'.
He set off on his journey the next day, carrying his food and water, the herbalist book,
and a map from his uncle. The older man had great faith in his nephew and hope that
Rowan's studies and bravery would help him find a cure. It wasn't long before
Rowan had traveled farther beyond the limits of the city than he had ever
been before.
First, he passed over the peaceful mountain pass to the grassy plains beyond.
Rowan rode long hours, stopping only to rest. When he finally saw vast expanses of waving wildflowers before him, he knew he had reached
his destination.
Taking the precious herbalist book from his saddlebag, he left his horse to graze and began slowly circling the area with the illustration of the plant in his hand.
It took him the better part of the day to find it.
the better part of the day to find it. As the sun was setting, he came upon a large cluster of white flowers that matched the description in the book. He knew he had found his treasure.
he had found his treasure. Taking some food from his provisions, he sat down in the grass, and happily ate some dinner, waiting or night to fall. According to the book, after dark was when the flowers would open and reveal their precious
gift.
He drifted off to sleep while the red and orange flames of sunset lit the sky.
The hooting of a night owl woke him sometime later.
He sat up in the cool darkness and rubbed his eyes.
There, clearly visible in the moonlight, was a sea of open blooms. Taking his jar as the book instructed, he lightly tapped each of the open flowers and gently shook their glittering pollen into the container.
He repeated this task patiently, moving from one bunch of flowers to another until the
jar was entirely full.
Then he carefully put the cap on and secured it in his saddle bag.
As the sun was rising, Rowan was already making haste back home.
Rowan was already making haste back home. But a question still played on his mind.
What if the powder didn't work?
He knew that everything was riding on his faith in this cure.
Back through the windy mountain pass he rode and through the thick forest.
In about a week's time, he was once again approaching the city he called home. He crossed the soaring ridge with excitement, but also trepidation.
There was much excitement among the staff when he returned his trusty horse to the stable yard.
his trusty horse to the stable yard. The servants gathered around him, pressing him for news of his quest. Had he found what he was looking for, what was the journey like? would the cure work as he promised? He was polite to everyone, but said he couldn't
answer their questions just yet. Instead, he withdrew the precious jar from the baggage and put it carefully in his coat pocket.
As the servants were dispersing, he bowed to one of the ladies' maids and begged a favor
of her.
Would it be possible to loan me a soft brush of some type?
The kind that a lady would use to apply makeup powder, yes?
The maid said that she could, and fetched a brush for ruin while he waited in the stable yard.
waited in the stable yard. When he added, he returned to his uncle's bookshop with the herbalist book, the map, and
his jar of precious pollen.
He would attend the public audience with the King tomorrow. By the next day, word had spread throughout the city of
Rowan's return. The bold young man who had never attracted any notice before had suddenly become a curiosity.
At the King's request, Rowan was given the very first place in line for the day.
As the majestic carved double doors to the throne rooms
swung open, he took a deep breath and stood up straighter.
He tried not to allow doubt to cloud his mind. He walked toward the king who was sitting with Princess Kira at his side?
The room was fuller than usual.
The entire court seemed to have assembled the sea, Rowan.
Awing low to the king, he began.
Your majesty, I have brought what I believe will cure your pain, but it does not require
a special shoe, he said.
The King looked at him doubtfully. Rowan continued, drawing the jar and the brush from his coat.
If you would allow me to have the shoe you are wearing now, I will demonstrate Rowan continued. This was certainly unusual, thought the King.
An ordinary person did not normally request to hold a shoe.
However, the King servant knelt and removed it when the King nodded his assent.
Rowan dipped his head respectfully, and, taking the king's silk shoe in his hand, he carefully
uncapped the shoe.
Just as he had seen the shoe-maker do, on the night he'd hidden under the man's bed.
When the application of the pollen was complete. The moment of truth had arrived.
Rowan handed the shoe back to the servant
and he gently returned it through the king's foot.
Rowan stole the glance at Kira.
Her eyes were wide and she was holding her breath.
The king stood, he moved his ankle and stepped.
He hopped lightly. Then, his face lit up with joy, and he began to dance, waving his hands merrily above his
head.
The entire room lit up with the chatter of a hundred nobles, who had just seen the most
miraculous sight they could remember.
But all that Roman cared about was what Kira thought. in the eye. Through his relief, she smiled in return.
All attention was on the king, but these so it was that the king became his old self
again. Finding the shoe held no magic. He ordered a lavish wardrobe of slippers in many colors.
After all, each one could be dusted with the same magic pollen.
Many parties and festivals were planned that year, but the biggest and best one was the wedding of Kira and Ruun.
The two became inseparable even before they were wed.
They could often be seen strolling the gardens engaged in lively conversation.
Together, they established an extensive library at the palace,
furnished by Rowan's delighted uncle.
Of course, the library had many comfortable chairs and all rolling ladders, as well as large
books of maps on broad tables. After all, Kira and Rowan felt they both still had a lot of reading to do.
The king never bothered much with the library, but he was happy again, and so were all the
citizens of the glittering city on the river.
With Kira and Rowan, destined to inherit the ground, they knew their lives would continue
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