Speaker 1: Now, let your breathing find its own rhythm, a rhythm
Speaker 1: that is a little slower than your waking rhythm, a
Speaker 1: rhythm that is a little deeper.
Speaker 2: Breathe in through your nose. Feel the air as it enters,
Speaker 2: cool the nostrils, cool in the throat, cool in the chest.
Speaker 2: Breathe out through your mouth softly, slowly, Let the breath
Speaker 2: leave without effort. But the garden does not feel smaller.
Speaker 2: As you go deeper, the garden feels larger. The garden
Speaker 2: seems to expand as you move through it, the way
Speaker 2: a dream expands as you move through. The garden has
Speaker 2: no edges. The garden has no end. There is always
Speaker 2: more garden. There is always more quiet. You come to
Speaker 2: a clearing in the center of the garden. In the
Speaker 2: clearing there is a circle of grass. The grass is soft.
Speaker 2: You are almost there. You are at the door. The
Speaker 2: door of sleep is just ahead of you. The door
Speaker 2: is open. The door has been open all along. The
Speaker 2: door has been waiting for you to arrive. Through the door.
Speaker 2: There is only rest through the door. There is only
Speaker 2: the slow tide of the body letting go through the door.
Speaker 2: There is only the quiet dark, the safe dark, The
Speaker 2: kind dark. You step through, not all at once. The
Speaker 2: world will still be there in the morning, but it
Speaker 2: does not need you tonight. On the other side of
Speaker 2: the door, the body rests. The body is heavy, the
Speaker 2: body is warm. The body is held by the bed.
Speaker 2: The body is held by the blankets. The body is
Speaker 2: held by the night. On the other side of the door,
Speaker 2: the breath slows. The breath becomes almost nothing. The breath
Speaker 2: becomes the smallest rise and fall. You do not need
Speaker 2: to read. You only need to hold the book. You
Speaker 2: only need to feed it's hate. You put the book back.
Speaker 2: You pull another. This one is larger. This one is
Speaker 2: bound in green. The pages are heavier, the pages are
Speaker 2: edged in gold. You open it to a random page.
Speaker 2: There is an illustration, a woodcut of a tree, of
Speaker 2: a figure walking beneath the tree of a sky full
Speaker 2: of stars. The illustration is simple. You feel held by
Speaker 2: the garden. You feel held by the moment. In the garden,
Speaker 2: nothing is asked of you, nothing is needed from you,
Speaker 2: nothing is waiting for you. You can stay here as
Speaker 2: long as you like. The garden does not track the time.
Speaker 2: The garden does not keep count. The garden simply holds you.
Speaker 2: The way. The tree holds the birds that nest in
Speaker 2: its branches. The dream softens at the edges. The walls
Speaker 2: are painted a color that has no name, a color
Speaker 2: that lives somewhere between cream and pale rose. A color
Speaker 2: that holds the light without reflecting it back too sharply.
Speaker 2: There is a chair in the corner of the room,
Speaker 2: a chair with arms. The chair is a polstered in
Speaker 2: a fabric that is soft and worn and welcoming. You
Speaker 2: are not going to sit in the chair tonight. You
Speaker 2: are not going to need it. Your feet sink slightly
Speaker 2: into it as you walk. You read, chuck, and pull
Speaker 2: a book from a shelf. The book is small. The
Speaker 2: book is bound in soft brown leather. The title on
Speaker 2: the spine is in gold, but you cannot read the language.
Speaker 2: You open the book. The pages are thin. The pages
Speaker 2: are creamy. The pages are filled with words in a
Speaker 2: script you do not know, but you do not need
Speaker 2: to know the words. The chairs hold the shape of
Speaker 2: the people who have rested here. You sit in one
Speaker 2: of the chairs. The chair receives you. The chair has
Speaker 2: been waiting for you. The leather is cool at first,
Speaker 2: then warms to your body. On the desk in front
Speaker 2: of you. There is an open book. You do not
Speaker 2: remember opening it. The book is open to a page
Speaker 2: with no words, only an image. The image is of
Speaker 2: a window. You are loved by this moment. You are enough.
Speaker 2: You have always been enough, You will always be enough.
Speaker 2: Let these truths settle. Let them sink into your chest,
Speaker 2: Let them sink into your belly, Let them sink into
Speaker 2: your bones. Let them be there when you wake. Let
Speaker 2: them be there in the morning. You put your hand
Speaker 2: on the knob, you turn it. The door swings inward
Speaker 2: on silent hinges. Beyond the door is the room of rest.
Speaker 2: The room has been waiting for you. The room has
Speaker 2: always been waiting for you, even on the days you
Speaker 2: forgot it existed, even on the days you told yourself
Speaker 2: you did not have time to enter. But tonight you
Speaker 2: have time. Tonight you are stepping through. The Feel the
Speaker 2: weight of your belly, Feel the warmth of your belly.
Speaker 2: The belly is the soft center of you. The belly
Speaker 2: is where you hold your feelings. Let it be soft tonight,
Speaker 2: Let it be safe. Feel your hips. Feel your hips
Speaker 2: heavy on the bed, Feel the bones of your pelvis
Speaker 2: resting into the mattress. Feel the lower back settling. Feel
Speaker 2: the small of your back lengthening, Now your legs. The
Speaker 2: lamps have green glass shades. The light they give is warm.
Speaker 2: The light is gentle on the eye.