Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep - Magic Words

Episode Date: June 19, 2023

Our story tonight is called Magic Words and it’s a story about a trip into town on summer morning. It’s also about the scent of fresh-cut lumber, a dog biscuit buried in the flower beds, how a mom...ent at the start of the day can alter your path, and something in a shop window that catches your eye.  We give to a different charity each week and this week we are giving to Alliance for the Great Lakes at greatlakes.org. They are a nonpartisan nonprofit working across the region to protect the fresh, clean, and natural waters of the Great Lakes.Purchase Our Book: https://bit.ly/Nothing-Much-HappensSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Starting point is 00:00:00 Welcome to Bedtime Stories for Everyone, in which nothing much happens. You feel good, and then you fall asleep. I'm Katherine Nicolai. I create everything you hear on Nothing Much Happens. Audio engineering is by Bob Wittersheim. Thank you for listening and sharing our work with others. We give to a different charity each week, and this week we are giving to the Dougie Center. Their mission is to provide grief support in a safe place to children, teens, young adults, and their families.
Starting point is 00:00:53 You can learn more at the link in our show notes. If you're looking for an ad-free version of this show, you can subscribe to our premium feed through nothingmuchappens.com. Now, sleep should be easy. I can help. I'm going to tell you a simple, low-stakes story full of relaxing details. All you have to do is listen. Rest your mind on the sound of my voice, and it will work like a lullaby. Before you know it, you'll be waking up tomorrow feeling rested. I'll tell the story twice, and I'll go a little slower the second time through. If you wake in the night, you could turn the story right back on, or just think through
Starting point is 00:01:58 any of the details you can remember. Now, it's time to turn out the light and set down your stuff. Maybe this is a moment you've been waiting for all day to slide down into your sheets and know that nothing more is needed from you. It's okay to just rest now. Take a slow breath in
Starting point is 00:02:33 and sigh. Again, in through the nose, out through your mouth. Good. Our story tonight is called Magic Words, and it's a story about a trip into town on a summer morning. It's also about the scent of fresh-cut lumber, a dog biscuit buried in the flower beds, how a moment at the start of your day can alter your path,
Starting point is 00:03:20 and something in a shop window that catches your eye. Magic words. The morning started early this time of year, and I found myself waking most days just after the sun was up, listening to the birds outside my window, most days just after the sun was up, listening to the birds outside my window and smelling the fresh summer air. This morning I caught the scent of last night's rainstorm.
Starting point is 00:04:03 It had blown over when the day would likely be sunny and clear, but the rain-soaked scent lingered and smelled so good. over growing around my front steps, the cosmos in their window boxes, and the black locust tree in my yard, all drinking deep and feeling refreshed. Just as I sat up in bed and began to stretch and blink at the morning light. I remembered what day it was. It was the first of the month, and I smiled and spoke my magic words aloud, Rabbit, rabbit. Maybe you have heard of this superstition,
Starting point is 00:05:13 just a silly tradition that some people follow, including me, for those words to be the first thing out of your mouth on the morning of a new month. It was supposed to bring luck and prosperity, and whether or not it did, it always made me smile, which is its own kind of good fortune and wealth. My rabbit-rabbit habit had started me thinking about my first words most days, not just once a month.
Starting point is 00:06:03 I found it was a way to lay a path for me to walk on the rest of the day, just by organizing my thoughts and speaking a word or two when I first woke up. I'd close my eyes and open a little question mark space inside myself. What needed my attention today? What direction should I lean in. Usually, within a second or two, some thought would edge to the front
Starting point is 00:06:51 and raise its hand, and I would speak its name out loud, saying kindness, patience, fun, balance, whatever it was. Then, through the day, when I needed a nudge, I'd find it, having been planted already in my head and heart. So they were my magic words, rabbit, rabbit being the less serious cousin of those daily mantras.
Starting point is 00:07:38 It seemed like a good day to be a little less serious, too. From the window, I could see the puddles drying on the sidewalk, and the sun coming out bright and warm. A good morning to walk into town and treat myself to breakfast and a cup of coffee. Within a few minutes, I was stepping out of the house, pulling the door shut behind me and tromping across the damp lawn in my sandals. For a moment, I thought I might be chilled in my t-shirt. But as soon as I stepped out from under the shade of the locust tree and felt the sun on my skin, I was warmed through.
Starting point is 00:08:43 I crossed the street and found a pace that woke me up. I love a walk in the morning, and I knew that being out in the sun at this part of the day, would help my internal clock stay regulated, would help to give me a better night's sleep tonight. I turned at the corner and passed a yard edged with a newly built fence. The fresh-cut wood smelled so good in the morning air, I slowed to breathe it in and to spy through the slats. This neighbor had a little brown dog that I'd met before on my walks, and lately he'd had a friend, a big greyhound, out in the yard with him.
Starting point is 00:09:59 Funnily, I knew both their names, but had no idea what their humans were called, though we'd met more than once. Sure enough, when I peeked through the fence, I could see Crumb, the little one, digging a hole I was fairly sure he was not supposed to be digging beside the patio, while Birdie the greyhound lay in a patch of sunlight, clearly well into his first nap of the morning. I chuckled under my breath at them, and Crumb caught me looking.
Starting point is 00:10:51 He had a biscuit in his mouth, which he was just about to drop into the hole he'd dug. But now that I'd seen his hiding place, he huffed and trotted around the edge of the house to dig another. Oh dear, that second hole would be my fault. I walked on. I passed the corner store and saw that their front window was full of beach umbrellas, little buckets with matching shovels, and even a few pool floats, blown up and ready to launch. I appreciated how little rhyme or reason this store had to its inventory. You could buy alfalfa sprouts, fireplace matches, little squares of homemade salted caramel, a lotto ticket, and a rainbow inner tube,
Starting point is 00:12:06 all in one spot, about a twentieth of the size of the big grocery store outside of town. Maybe I'd stop on my way home and see what silly selections I could make. Just as I turned back to the sidewalk, I spotted something pale moving through the yard of the house opposite. And as my eyes focused, I realized what it was. A rabbit. A real rabbit. It had stopped in place as I walked closer. It seemed unconcerned with me. It was munching on a hosta leaf, small cheeks moving at a clip. I stood and just watched for a bit.
Starting point is 00:13:18 I wondered if I had called her here today with my magic words, or if somehow she had called me. Finally, I walked on, leaving her to her breakfast and thinking of my own. I had options, and they were all good ones. There was the diner, with its final booths and those spinny stools along the counter. They served excellent sweet potato hash, as well as very good biscuits and gravy. Their coffee was reliable, if a bit basic, and the people-watching was top-tier. Then there was the bakery, their front walk full of tables and umbrellas. They had fancy lattes and every kind of pastry or bagel that I could want. Oh, and the farmer's market was also open this morning, and they had a waffle truck.
Starting point is 00:14:46 Come on, that sounds pretty great. Waffles amid the bustling fruit and vegetable stalls. I was at a literal crossroads, trying to decide which way to turn, to follow the true desire of my taste buds. When I looked over my shoulder and spotted in the window of the tea shop a small porcelain rabbit I stepped closer
Starting point is 00:15:24 and saw the tiny cracks in her glaze the delicate pink of her nose and thought it had been a while since I'd had a cup of their matcha to start my day I loved their homemade granola and almond milk, and thought that my magic words hadn't yet led me astray, so I may as well follow them a bit longer.
Starting point is 00:16:08 Magic words. The mornings started early this time of year, and I found myself waking most days just after the sun was up listening to the birds outside my window and smelling the fresh summer air. This morning I caught the scent of last night's rainstorm.
Starting point is 00:16:46 It had blown over, and the day would likely be sunny and clear. But that rain-soaked scent lingered and smelled so good. I thought of the clover growing around my front steps, the cosmos in their window boxes, and the black locust tree in my yard, all drinking deep and feeling refreshed. Just as I sat up in bed and began to stretch and blink at the morning light, I remembered what day it was. It was the first of the month. And I smiled and spoke my magic words aloud. Rabbit, rabbit, maybe you have heard of this superstition, just a silly tradition that some people, including
Starting point is 00:18:12 me, follow. For those words to be the first thing out of your mouth on the morning of a new month. It was supposed to bring luck and prosperity. And whether or not it did, it always made me smile, which is its own kind of good fortune and wealth. My rabbit-rabbit habit had started me thinking about my first words most days, not just once a month. I found it was a way to lay a path for me to walk on the rest of the day. Just by organizing my thoughts and speaking a word or two when I first woke up. I'd close my eyes
Starting point is 00:19:28 and open up a little question mark space inside myself. What needed my attention today? What direction should I lean in? Usually, within a second or two, some thought would edge to the front and raise its hand, and I would speak its name out loud,
Starting point is 00:20:14 saying, kindness, hand and I would speak its name out loud saying kindness patience fun balance whatever it was then through the day when I needed a nudge, I'd find it, having already been planted in my head and heart. So they were my magic words, rabbit, rabbit, being the less serious cousin of those daily mantras. It seemed like a good day to be a little less serious, too. From the window, I could see the puddles drying on the sidewalk and the sun coming out bright and warm. A good morning to walk into town and treat myself to breakfast and a cup of coffee.
Starting point is 00:21:21 Within a few minutes, I was stepping out of the house, pulling the door shut behind me, and tromping across the damp lawn in my sandals. For a moment, I thought I might be chilled in my t-shirt but as soon as I stepped out from under the shade of the locust tree I felt the sun on my skin was warmed through
Starting point is 00:21:57 I crossed the street and found a pace that woke me up. I love a walk in the morning. And I knew that being out in the sun at this part of the day would help my internal clock stay regulated, would help to give me a better night's sleep tonight. I turned at the corner and passed a yard edged with a newly built fence.
Starting point is 00:22:42 The fresh-cut wood smelled so good in the morning air I slowed to breathe it in and to spy through the slats this neighbor had a little brown dog that I'd met before on my walks, and lately he'd had a friend, a big greyhound out in the yard with him. Funnily, I knew both their names, but had no idea what their humans were called, though we'd met more than once. Sure enough, when I peeked through the fence, I could see Crumb, the
Starting point is 00:23:39 little one, digging a hole I was fairly sure he was not supposed to be digging beside the patio, while Birdie the greyhound lay in a patch of sunlight, clearly well into his first nap of the morning. I chuckled under my breath at them, and Crumb caught me looking. He had a biscuit in his mouth, which he was just about to drop into the hole. But now that I'd seen his hiding place, he huffed and trotted around the edge of the house to dig another. Oh dear, that second hole would be my fault. I walked on. I passed the corner store and saw that their front window
Starting point is 00:24:48 was full of beach umbrellas, little buckets with matching shovels, and even a few pool floats blown up and ready to launch. I appreciated how little rhyme or reason this store had to its inventory. You could buy alfalfa sprouts, fireplace matches, little squares of homemade salted caramel,
Starting point is 00:25:29 a lotto ticket, and a rainbow inner tube, all in one spot, about a twentieth the size of the big grocery store outside of town. Maybe I'd stop on my way home and see what silly selections I could make. Just as I turned back to the sidewalk, I spotted something pale
Starting point is 00:26:00 moving through the yard of the house opposite. And as my eyes focused, I realized rabbit. It stopped in place as I walked closer, but seemed unconcerned with me. I was munching on a hosta leaf, small cheeks moving at a clip. I stood and just watched it for a bit. I wondered if I had called her here today
Starting point is 00:26:53 with my magic words, or if, somehow, she had called me. Finally, I walked on, leaving her to her breakfast and thinking of my own. I had options, and they were all good ones. There was the diner, with its vinyl booths on those spinny stools along the counter. They served excellent sweet potato hash, as well as very good biscuits and gravy. Their coffee was reliable, if a bit basic, and the people watching was top tier. Then there was the bakery. Their front walk was full of tables and umbrellas
Starting point is 00:28:06 and they had fancy lattes and every kind of pastry or bagel that I could want oh and the farmer's market was also open this morning and they had a waffle truck. Come on, that sounds pretty great. Waffles amid the bustling fruit and vegetable stalls.
Starting point is 00:28:37 I was at a literal crossroads, trying to decide which way to turn, to follow the true desire of my taste buds. When I looked over my shoulder and spotted, in the window of the tea shop, a small porcelain rabbit. I stepped closer and saw the tiny cracks in her glaze, the delicate pink of her nose, and thought that it had been a while since I'd had a cup of matcha to start my day. I loved their homemade granola and almond milk, and thought my magic words hadn't yet led me astray. So I may as well follow them a bit longer.
Starting point is 00:29:55 Sweet dreams.

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