Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - The Golden Pomegranate (Premium)

Episode Date: October 21, 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 Golden PomegranateTonight, Elizabeth will read a sleepy retelling of the story of Persephone and Hades. 😴  Sound design: meadow ambiance, breeze, bugs.  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. One fall day, a girl named Paseffani, went for a walk in the fields near her home. She was a lively child, always off exploring some new meadow or forest or playing happily in a cool stream. On this particular day she decided to visit her favorite pomegranate tree. It had a spindly little trunk covered in thick brown bark and skinny little branches sticking out on all sides. More than once the tree

caught Persephone's clothing when she reached in to pick a pomegranate but she never grew frustrated when she got tangled up as that was just the nature of trees. Instead she pulled her dress free and continued her quest for the sumptuous fruit. Persephone loved the taste of pomegranate. In fact, she loved the taste of all fruit. She supposed that it might be because her mother was demeter, goddess of the harvest. Her Stephanie knew how it sounded when she told the other children her mother was a goddess, but to her it wasn't strange. The immortal life, complete with lightning bolts and ambrosia was just another day for her. As goddess of the harvest, Demeter was the one who watched over all that grew. She kept many kinds of trees, along with tall, willowy grains and plenty of finds, which snaked across the ground.

Percephany loved this verdant life. Orchids and fields were as normal to the girl as the hands on a clock. But along with abundance, she also knew scarcity. All things that grow must stop growing. All things that flower must also close and sleep, Noah must also close and sleep so they may bud and new. She understood that in order to thrive, her mother's plants sprouted from seedlings and grew tall and strong as the months progressed. Then they bore fruit and flowers and finally settled down for a long rest before starting anew the next year. They couldn't be open and green all the time. Most plants lost their leaves and tucked up for winter. But Persephone had also seen those curious ones which thrived in the colder months when

all other things turned brown. They were few and far between, but she loved them all the more for it. Her pomegranate tree was one. It was the hardest of winter fruit, bringing sweetness to the darkest season. This tree and others like it were akin to rubies in a field of straw. They blossomed where others would naturally wilt. She respected these special winter plants, and wished very much to be as adaptable in her own life. Her Stephanie thought about them as she made her way across the field. There, just ahead, on top of a small hill, was the pomegranate tree. It wasn't the biggest tree she kept. Nor was it the

most impressive to look at, but for persofanie, it was special.