Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - Rapunzel (Premium)
Episode Date: December 31, 2019This is a preview episode. Get the full episode, and many more, ad free, on our supporter's feed: https://getsleepy.com/support. Rapunzel Narrated by TK Kellman. A timeless story with a positive spi...n that you've never heard before. 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
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Long ago in the European countryside, they lived a woman and her husband.
Their beautiful and quiet home was nestled among rolling hills and sprawling green pastures.
They hoped to someday raise a child of their own. From the window of their living room, a luscious landscape stretched out
far into the distance. The woman spent her calm hours sitting by the window, dreaming
of the baby she might someday have. She would also gaze longingly at the garden that lay
next to their land. This neighbor's garden was full of life.
Neatly organized sections of flowers created a mural of vibrant color.
Herb sprouted across the earth and ivy trailed the long, red brick wall.
The widow living on this neighboring land had a way of making things grow, or so it was said.
On warm days, when the windows of the house were open, the fresh smell of basil and rosemary
wafted into every corner of the
house.
The woman envied the widow's agricultural abilities.
Her own garden was bare in comparison.
Though she tended to it for long hours, she could barely grow weeds.
One day, the woman was lounging by the window, phasing down into the neighboring garden. It was almost noon, and the air was warm with sunshine.
From the open window, she inhaled the sweet scent of lavender.
She watched as a blossom tree swayed gently in the breeze.
As she slowly spread her gaze over the beautiful garden, she noticed a small bed bursting with The woman knew had a rather unique taste.
Though pungent and strong, it was also sweet and delicate.
The woman had been unable to grow rampia in her own garden.
As she looked at how fresh and green it appeared, she longed for it.
All at once, she was overcome by a desire to eat some of the lus Images of eating rampian as a child flowed through her mind.
Her mother used to serve young, fresh rampian roots and a salad with pepper and vinegar,
or she would boil the plump older roots and serve them hot with a delicious lemon butter sauce.
As these memories floated by, she realized she had not eaten rambian in quite some time.
And she carried out her usual daily business.
Her desire for the rbi and never faded.
If anything, it became insatiable.
By the next day, the woman could think of nothing else.
Perhaps it was because she knew she could not have it.
Or maybe her body was telling her that this precious plant was what she needed most.
That afternoon, the woman's husband noticed her intently gazing out the window.
He came and stood beside her. Staring out, he saw the ravine for himself.
The woman told him she hadn't eaten any free years, and were truly loved to taste it again. He said, perhaps it was exactly what they're long for, baby, he needed.
The man loved his wife very much and wanted to make her happy.
He also longed deeply for a child.
So later that afternoon, the man went to the widow's house, passing by the full and lush garden
on the way.
When he knocked on the door, the widow answered appearing beautiful, wearing fine clothes
and jewelry. The man explained that his wife hoped to taste
rampy and again after so long. He asked if he may take her some from the garden.
The widow smiled kindly and said, of course, the man must take as much as he liked.