Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - The Magic Lake (Premium)

Episode Date: May 24, 2021

This is a preview episode. Get the full episode, and many more, ad free, on our supporter's feed: https://getsleepy.com/support. The Magic Lake Tonight, we have a mystical story about a girl named Ella and a magical lake where beautiful wonders await her. This folktale was originally thought up by the author's mother, who used to recite it to her as a child. Now, we hope this sleepy adaptation will help all of you get some zzz's. 😴  Sound design: meadow ambiance, birdsong. 🌻🪶 Narrator: Thomas Jones 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. Beyond a valley near a mountain that was covered in the most gorgeous wildflowers, they lived a girl named Ella. Her mother worked as a seamstress in a nearby village, creating beautiful clothing by hand. Ella would stay home and make thread from cotton for her mother to use in her work. She would carefully process it and die it of a variety of colors, from blue to gray, to the brightest reds and the sunniest yellows.

Ella especially loved this task and made a game of finding rainbows in the threads she spun. She was a creative child by nature, and the villagers would flock to her home to buy the delicate threads she made. Every day, while her mother was at work in the neighboring village, Ella would walk to a small field a few miles from home, where she would pick the cotton she needed to make her thread. She liked to choose the very best clumps herself, and could always imagine what each fluffy

ball would become. This routine suited them both just fine. They were happy and content and wanted for nothing. One such day, Ella was returning home from the field, carrying her little basket of cotton in her hand. All of a sudden, her ears were filled with the most melodious sound she'd ever heard. It rang through the air, like a magical chime. She was overcome with joy, at the enchanting way it filled her senses.

She knew she had to find the source of this string and beautiful tune. Perhaps once she found it, she'd sit down and listen for a long, long time. Ella turned in the direction of the music. Ella turned in the direction of the music. Its lillting quality made her think of ripples on the surface of a lake. She began to walk and as she did, she could sense the melody growing clearer and more beautiful. A picture of a lake filled her mind and seemed to call to her. She must be going the right way she realized. The sun was shining in the blue sky and there was a gentle breeze which made her walk even more satisfying.

Here and there she saw little rabbits hopping through the grass. Butterflies danced between the blooms that dotted the landscape. Even though Ella was curious about where the music was coming from, she was grateful for such a wonderfully relaxing journey. The rose of flowers in their many colors gave her ideas for the spools of threads she would spin later. She thought it would be nice to make some pink ones like the roses and some yellows like the dazs. She might die some of the cotton as blue as the sky or purple for the lavender that scented the breeze. Ella walked and walked for a very long time. She climbed steep hills and waited through shallow puddles, grasping her little basket

of cotton, giggling as she went. Most of the time, Ella was a calm and practical person. She never did things like this. Perhaps that was why she was drawn to this song. It gave her a sense of freedom to go where it led. But now a new sound intermingled with the enchanting song. She could hear the quiet lapping of water in a lake. The sound was mesmerizing and became even more so the closer she got to it. She could feel it lulling her into a sense of calm. Before she even saw it, she knew she would love to curl up next to the lake in the soft

green grass, listening to the beautiful chorus of sounds. the beautiful chorus of sounds.