Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - Walking with Vincent (Premium)

Episode Date: July 7, 2021

This is a preview episode. Get the full episode, and many more, ad free, on our supporter's feed: https://getsleepy.com/support. Walking with Vincent In tonight's story, we take a trip back in time to southern France in the late 1800s. Based on information from letters written to his friends and family, we spend an evening learning about the people, places and flowers that inspired Vincent Van Gogh. 😴    Sound design: evening ambiance. 🎑 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. It was a warm summer evening in Arr, a quiet and lovely city in southern France. Flowers and trees blossomed all around and picturesque little houses adorned every street. Like the flowers, these homes were colorful and sunny. It was almost as if they were in constant competition with the nature around them, to see who could be brighter and more cheerful. One such house stood in the middle of a square, nestled in the heart of the city.

This evening, the rich sunlight shone upon the house. It was buttery yellow in colour. Its shutters all painted a vibrant green. The façade was partially obscured in places by blooming only andes and occasions, which which provided the perfect dollops of colour outside this cozy and welcoming home. The branches of the Olyandas were bejeweled with pink flowers and had a smattering of white ones as well. The Acacia trees had oval green leaves and delicate yellow blooms. A few people walked up and down the street, going about their business at a leisurely pace, not rushing to get anywhere. It was clear that life moved more slowly here. Everyone seemed happy, light and patient, as though they had learned to enjoy the art of doing nothing. of doing nothing. On the first floor of the yellow house, the green shutters of one of the windows were open.

A tall thin man stood behind the glass, looking out onto the street. He had a bright red beard and fiery hair. His blue green eyes keenly watched the square outside with contemptment. His name was Vincent and he had come to Al some time ago. Originally from the Netherlands, he'd been living in Paris before moving to this place. He found that he loved this town from the moment he'd first set foot here, and the more he saw of it, the more his affection for it grew. He would often tell his sister how much better he felt in the south, where it was warmer and sunnier. He could feel his mind clearing, and found sources of inspiration everywhere he looked.

Vincent was a painter. At this point in time, he wasn't very well known yet, but he had a passion for art, at defined him. Painting was what he thought about most. He found a sense of fulfillment when he sat in front of his easel. His hands covered in a combination of charcoal and paint, recreating the beauty he saw in the world around him. He could make anything come alive on his canvas, whether it was his simple bedroom or the blossoming orchids he loved to paint so much. The past few months had been quite delightful for him. I'll had many orchids and they were all at their peak bloom right now. This plenty of subjects to play with. As such, he painted, ardently and with unfettered joy. This evening, however, Vincent wanted to relax. He had just finished painting some peach trees and longed for time to clear his mind.

Lately, he'd been smitten with these trees. He thought they looked so delicate and exotic with their small pink white petals. A brightened to the area around them when their flowers appeared. Vincent loved the vibrant paints he could use to bring southern fronts to life on canvas. on canvas, whether it was the blushing pink of the peach blossoms, or the woody brown and lush green of the branches and leaves. Then there were the gold and copper tones he could use for the wheat fields. It makes them with red and yellow and add a special touch of bronze. The result would be a scene that seemed to leap off the canvas, richly textured and full of depth. you