Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - Liam and the Leprechaun (Premium)

Episode Date: March 17, 2021

This is a preview episode. Get the full episode, and many more, ad free, on our supporter's feed: https://getsleepy.com/support. Liam and the Leprechaun In the celebratory spirit of St. Patrick's Day, our story tonight takes us to the beautiful rolling hills surrounding Liam's quaint village in Ireland. He finds himself in an unexpected predicament, but learns a valuable lesson. 😴  Sound design: birdsong, meadow ambiance.  About Get Sleepy Premium: Help support the podcast, and get: Monday and Wednesday night episodes (with zero ads) The exclusive Thursday night bonus episode Access to the entire back catalog (also ad-free) Premium sleep meditations, extra-long episodes and more! We'll love you forever. ❤️ Get a 7 day free trial, and join the Get Sleepy community here https://getsleepy.com/support. And thank you so, so much.  Tom, and the team. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Hi, Thomas here. You're listening to a preview episode. You can enjoy the entire story tonight by subscribing to our supporters' feed. There you'll get access to the entire back catalogue, bonus episodes, and more, and it's all completely ad-free. Click the link below to learn more and thank you so so much. Me and the team really appreciate your support. Just about everyone knows the stories of the leprechauns. You may not have heard this tale before, but perhaps you've heard some, like it, about a person tricked by one of these mischievous creatures. People saying leprechauns are the shoemakers of the fairies. When they hold their infamous dances, the fairies spend so much time whirling and jiggling, the souls souls of their shoes wear out. So they send them to the Coppola just as we do.

Lepricorns are no more than three feet tall and are said to wear the leather aprons of their trade. If you pass by one who is hard at work, you can hear the tap, tap, tapping of his tiny hammer as he mends the fairy shoes. Liam had grown up listening to the tales of all of these fantastical creatures. He knew better than to walk into the middle of a fairy ring. Those strange circles of grass and mushrooms, you may spot from time to time in a meadow. And he'd never follow the sounds of a luting tune drifting on the evening breeze from a mound off in the distance. That was how the fairies enticed you to dance with them.

You'd twirl and skip and time would pass. When you came out of the mound, worn and weary, you'd find that your friends were long gone. He was also wary of leprechauns. Though they were each rumored to have a pot of gold hidden away, retrieving it never seemed to work out the way one might hope. They were tricky fellows after all. Liam knew you had to watch out for fairies and others of the like. Sometimes there was

good fortune to be had, but more often than not, it was better to keep your distance and leave the fair folk to themselves. Even now, as a man, he heard his mother's warnings in his head. Come straight home, she used to say. And so, walking on the path between his house and the market square, he always remembered to do just that. Walk straight home and keep his eyes on the road. There was no sense in catching a glimpse of something strange and feeling the urge to explore it.

Liam lived in a small cottage at the far end of his village. It had white walls, a thutch roof, and a carved wooden door painted forest green. The front garden was peppered with the sweetest wildflowers and plants you could imagine. There was wild cherry in the hedgerow and and little yellow blossoms of cowslip. Pale blue flowers dotted the kelly green grass that grew lush and thick by his front path. Liam considered himself quite lucky to have such a beautiful and cozy home. He delighted in returning to his familiar rooms after a day of errands or meeting with friends. Behind the cottage there was a wooden bench. It was built years ago by a great uncle who had come to visit when he was young. Now one of Liam's favorite ways to spend an afternoon was sitting

upon the bench with a cup of tea in hand, reading a book or watching the sheep grazing in a nearby field. This is what Liam planned to do today. He stood in his kitchen gazing out the window at the hills in the distance. He followed the soft ups and downs of the grassy landscape with his eyes. It reminded him of waves rolling in toward a sea shore, if the pallet were green sunny instead of blue and gray.