Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - The Beaver Dam (Premium)

Episode Date: March 25, 2020

This is a preview episode. Get the full episode, and many more, ad free, on our supporter's feed: https://getsleepy.com/support. The Beaver Dam  Narrated by Nadine Brown. Drift into the wilderness, as you fall asleep among the relaxing scenery of a beaver pond.     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. There was a woman who enjoyed being in the great outdoors. She loved the sights and sounds of nature. She loved the feeling of the sun on her skin, the freshness of the air filling her lungs, the crunch of the leaves beneath her feet,

and the marvel of watching animals in their natural habitat. So one day, she decided to venture into the forest and go camping. She packed a tent and a sleeping bag, some warm clothes and a bit of food. She put on a pair of sturdy hiking boots and she sat out into the wilderness. She went to an area that she knew well. She'd been there before. She'd walked to the trails and she began walking along her favorite trail.

It was a well-worn dirt trail with tree roots butting out of the ground here and there. It wandered along streams which babbled quietly, steadily. Trees rose along the sides of the trail, offering shade from the sun. It wasn't hopped though, it was fall, so the temperature was cool, the air was fresh and crisp like a ripe apple. The gentle breeze blew through the forest, rustling the trees, and occasionally sending eaves falling to the ground. Red, yellow, orange and brown, the leaves drifted slowly from the canopy, gently tossing and

twirling on the way down. The ground was soft and cushioned her steps, making it a particularly comfortable path to walk along. It was as though the path was telling her that it wanted her to walk there, as though nature was inviting her into its home with open arms. She knew this trail like the back of her hand. She'd taken its twists and turns so many times before. She knew this particular trail would wind up a hill, meander along the ridge of that hill, and then slope down through the valley to the river's edge. It would then cross the river and continue on for a ways.

She walked along the trail as it wound up the hill, just as she knew it would. Occasionally she'd spotted deer grazing off in the distance. One deer lifted its head and watched as she drew near. When it saw she meant no harm, it continued on, munching on leaves, twigs and acorns. She heard the light crunch of leaves, the squirrels bounded across the forest floor. They were particularly busy this time of year. Birds chirped from every tree. Listening closely, she noticed birds of the same type, calling to each other. Perhaps they were talking about a new food source, or singing to a mate, she thought.

No matter how many times she went into the forest, these things never got boring. She didn't understand what the birds said, or what two squirrels might be quarreling about. So she always had a sense of wonder, a sense of amusement.