Speaker 1: Hello everyone, it's Lucy here. We have an exciting new
Speaker 1: addition to this podcast. As well as our Friday Stories,
Speaker 1: we will also be having an episode every Wednesday where
Speaker 1: we will all go on a relaxing adventure together. The
Speaker 1: wonderful thing about our minds is we can travel to
Speaker 1: anywhere in the world we like. We can still experience
Speaker 1: the warm sun, the gentle ocean tides, and the beautiful
Speaker 1: nature that so many places can offer us. There's no
Speaker 1: need to travel physically because we can travel there in
Speaker 1: our minds and forget about any worries or issues that
Speaker 1: we may be having in our everyday lives. We will
Speaker 1: play this journey meditation twice, so if you choose, you
Speaker 1: can experience the trip again. So sit back, close your eyes, relax,
Speaker 1: take a deep breath in and out nice and slowly,
Speaker 1: and let us take you on a lovely journey.
Speaker 2: Take a slow, deep breath in and gently exhale, like
Speaker 2: your shoulders soften, your jaw loosen, and your mind begin
Speaker 2: to slow down with each breath. Feel yourself sinking into
Speaker 2: a calmer rhythm, like waves, finding the shore again and again.
Speaker 2: Allow your thoughts to become quieter, softer, like distant clouds
Speaker 2: passing far overhead. This is your time, now, your space,
Speaker 2: your peace. Let everything else fall away. As you arrive
Speaker 2: here in your imagination, ready to step into a world
Speaker 2: of moonlight and gentle ocean air. Picture yourself standing at
Speaker 2: the edge of a quiet beach at night. The moon
Speaker 2: is hanging low in the sky, full and glowing, casting
Speaker 2: a silvery light across the gentle rolling waves. The air
Speaker 2: is cool but comforting, carrying the faint scent of sea
Speaker 2: salt and lavender from somewhere you cannot see. The sand
Speaker 2: beneath your feet is soft and cool, as though the
Speaker 2: day's warmth has faded into memory. Your toes sink in,
Speaker 2: just slightly, grounding you. You take a slow step forward,
Speaker 2: and then another, and your footprints appear behind you, only
Speaker 2: to soften and fade as the sea breeze whispers across them.
Speaker 2: The only sounds are the hush of the waves, the
Speaker 2: far off call of a night bird somewhere near the dunes,
Speaker 2: and the steady rhythm of your breathing. Calm and effortless.
Speaker 2: You feel completely safe here, completely held. The world is quiet,
Speaker 2: and you are guided only by the glow of the moon,
Speaker 2: illuminating everything with a serene blue white shimmer. As you walk,
Speaker 2: you notice something gleaming in the sand a few steps ahead.
Speaker 2: You slowly kneel down and brush the sand aside with
Speaker 2: your finger tips. It is a small shell, smooth, pearly
Speaker 2: and shaped like a little spiral. When you hold it
Speaker 2: to your ear, you hear the ocean inside, not just
Speaker 2: the waves here, but oceans from far away places you've
Speaker 2: never been but somehow recognize. Taking another slow breath, you
Speaker 2: tuck the shell gently into your pocket. It feels like
Speaker 2: a tiny blessing, a tiny reminder that the world is
Speaker 2: full of gentle magic. You continue along the shoreline, listening
Speaker 2: to the waves slide up and retreat again, each movement
Speaker 2: slow and steady. As you walk, you notice soft glowing
Speaker 2: lights dotted across the sand ahead of you. They are
Speaker 2: tiny little jellyfish, washed gently ashore, not stranded, but resting.
Speaker 2: They pulse with a faint, warm glow, rose pink, soft blue,
Speaker 2: pale gold, Like little lanterns left out to guide travelers
Speaker 2: in the night. They light your path in a quiet,
Speaker 2: dream like way. You feel no fear, only wonder. Everything
Speaker 2: here is calm, peaceful, and full of gentle enchantment. You
Speaker 2: step carefully, slowly, respectfully, as though the night itself is sacred. Ahead,
Speaker 2: nestled near a cluster of tall dune grasses, you see
Speaker 2: something wooden, a little rowboat, small hand crafted, with smooth
Speaker 2: sides and a length of rope coiled neatly inside. It
Speaker 2: looks as if it has been left here specifically for you.
Speaker 2: The moonlight reflects off the polished wood, giving it a warm,
Speaker 2: honeyed glow. You run your hand along the edge. The
Speaker 2: wood is cool and smooth, lovingly cared for. You feel
Speaker 2: that if you push, the boat will glide into the
Speaker 2: water with almost no effort. So you do. The boat
Speaker 2: slides into the calm tide with a soft whisper. You
Speaker 2: step inside carefully, and it remains perfectly steady, as though
Speaker 2: it recognizes your presence, and the boat begins to drift gently,
Speaker 2: without needing to row. The oars rest beside you, but
Speaker 2: you don't need them yet. The ocean is guiding you slowly.
Speaker 2: You float farther from shore, not far, just enough to
Speaker 2: feel the gentle cradle of the sea beneath you. The
Speaker 2: moon is now directly overhead, shimmering across the water like
Speaker 2: a path of silver glass. The surface is so smooth
Speaker 2: it looks as though the stars have fallen from the
Speaker 2: sky to rest there. You close your eyes for a
Speaker 2: moment and simply breathe. Locking of the boat is slow
Speaker 2: and rhythmic, Like being held. You feel your muscles loosen,
Speaker 2: your mind's slow, your breath deepen. The world feels soft,
Speaker 2: The air feels softer. When you open your eyes again,
Speaker 2: you notice something moving in the water beside the boat.
Speaker 2: The surface ripples. A glimmer of something bright and silvery
Speaker 2: passes beneath, then, gently rising up, a fish appears larger
Speaker 2: than the others, with shimmering scales that reflect the moonlight
Speaker 2: like polished gemstones. The fish lifts it heads slightly above
Speaker 2: the surface and looks at you, eyes warm and wise.
Speaker 2: It speaks not with sound, but with a soft voice
Speaker 2: that seems to bloom inside your mind. Calm and gentle,
Speaker 2: You are safe here, the fish says. The ocean knows
Speaker 2: your heart. It has seen your joys, your worries, your
Speaker 2: quiet hopes. You do not need to rush. Everything you
Speaker 2: seek is already on its way to you. You breathe
Speaker 2: in deeply, letting those words settle into your chest, warm
Speaker 2: and soothing. The fish continues to float by your boat,
Speaker 2: guiding it slowly across the water. It feels like companionship,
Speaker 2: like being understood without words. After a quiet moment, the
Speaker 2: boat nudges softly against something. You look up and see
Speaker 2: a small sandbar, like a secret island that only appears
Speaker 2: under the moonlight. The sand is pale and sparkling, as
Speaker 2: though dusted with tiny stars. You step out of the boat,
Speaker 2: the water brushing gently against your ankles. The fish remains nearby,
Speaker 2: watching with kind, patient eyes. You walk along the sandbar
Speaker 2: and find smooth stones scattered about, round and warm and
Speaker 2: perfectly shaped to fit into your palm. Each one has
Speaker 2: something engraved upon it, words, symbols, small drawings. You pick
Speaker 2: up one stone and see that it has a simple
Speaker 2: symbol of a heart. You pick up another. It has
Speaker 2: a small moon and a star. Another waves and a
Speaker 2: little boat. You realize these stones are messages, gentle reminders.
Speaker 2: Each one holds a meaning, a quiet encouragement, a whisper
Speaker 2: of trust. You choose one stone to keep, the one
Speaker 2: that speaks to you the most. Hold it in your hand, now,
Speaker 2: feeling its smooth surface, let its meaning settle gently into
Speaker 2: your heart. You don't need to force anything, just to allow
Speaker 2: the feeling to bloom slowly like a flower, soft and effortless.
Speaker 2: After a moment, you return to the boat, stepping in
Speaker 2: as gracefully as before. The fish gives you a small
Speaker 2: dip of its head, as though acknowledging your choice. When
Speaker 2: you are ready, you pick up the oars. With slow,
Speaker 2: gentle strokes, you guide the boat back toward the shore.
Speaker 2: The ocean offers no resistance, The waves help you steady
Speaker 2: and smooth. When you reach the sand, you step out
Speaker 2: once more, your feet sinking comfortably into the cool shore.
Speaker 2: The boat settles still and silent, as though it will
Speaker 2: wait for you to return another night. You take one
Speaker 2: last peaceful look at the water, the moon reflecting across it,
Speaker 2: the waves breathing in and out like a sleeping world,
Speaker 2: and then you begin to walk back along the beach.
Speaker 2: The jellyfish glows softly, once again, lighting your path. The
Speaker 2: air is even calmer, now, almost velvety. The stars overhead
Speaker 2: seem brighter, the waves quieter, the world's softer. You walk slowly, peacefully,
Speaker 2: without hurry. You know now that this beach is always
Speaker 2: here for you. The gentle waves, the glowing moon, the
Speaker 2: guiding light, the quiet companionship, the place inside yourself where
Speaker 2: everything becomes still. As you walk, your body feels lighter,
Speaker 2: your mind feels clearer, your heart feels calmer. You feel supported, guided, understood.
Speaker 2: The ocean carries your worries away. The sand grounds you.
Speaker 2: The moonlight wraps around you like a soft shawl of comfort,
Speaker 2: and so you continue walking along the moonlit beach, your
Speaker 2: steps slow, gentle, and unhurried. The night feels endless, but
Speaker 2: in a comforting way, as though time here stretches and
Speaker 2: softens for you. There is no need to rush, no
Speaker 2: need to think ahead. You simply exist in this moment,
Speaker 2: supported by the rhythm of the tide, the whisper of
Speaker 2: the breeze, and the vast, calm sky above. The sand
Speaker 2: beneath your feet begins to change as you walk. It
Speaker 2: becomes finer, softer, almost silky, like powdered pearl. Each step
Speaker 2: feels like sinking into a cloud. The moon watches over you,
Speaker 2: steady and tender. It's light like quiet love poured across
Speaker 2: the world. You pause for a moment and inhale, deeply,
Speaker 2: letting the salt, the sea and the cool brightness fill
Speaker 2: your lungs. As you breathe, something within you loosens a
Speaker 2: tightness you didn't know you'd been holding. Gently, Let's go ahead,
Speaker 2: You notice something unusual. A cluster of tall silver grasses
Speaker 2: sway softly near the dunes, their slender blades reflecting the
Speaker 2: moonlight as though dusted with frost. They shimmer when the
Speaker 2: wind touches them, creating a soft, shimmering music that blends
Speaker 2: with the ocean's slow breathing. You walk closer, drawn to
Speaker 2: the sound, and find that the grass forms a kind
Speaker 2: of archway. As you approach, a soft glow flickers between
Speaker 2: the blades. It feels like an invitation, gentle, welcoming warm.
Speaker 2: You step through the arch of silver grass and find
Speaker 2: yourself in a small clearing nestle to mungdones. The sand
Speaker 2: here is untouched, pristine, smooth as porcelain. In the center
Speaker 2: stands a small glowing lantern. The flame inside is steady, bright,
Speaker 2: but soft, more like starlight than fire. You kneel beside
Speaker 2: it and notice a tiny inscription carved into the wooden frame.
Speaker 2: It reads where the heart rests the path appears. You
Speaker 2: take a slow breath. Something inside you understands this. Sometimes
Speaker 2: You don't need to search, or push or strife. Sometimes
Speaker 2: simply allowing yourself to rest opens the way forward. You
Speaker 2: touch the lantern gently, and instead of lifting it, you
Speaker 2: simply watch it glow. It illuminates not just the clearing,
Speaker 2: but something within you, a quiet inner space that feels
Speaker 2: calm and safe. Leaving the lantern where it is, you
Speaker 2: rise and continue you your moonlit wander. The moment has
Speaker 2: already become part of you. You carry its stillness like
Speaker 2: a soft light inside your chest. You return to the shoreline,
Speaker 2: where the waves continue their slow, steady rhythm. As you walk,
Speaker 2: you notice pieces of driftwood scattered along the sand, smooth, pale,
Speaker 2: seahorn shapes that look almost sculpted by time itself. One
Speaker 2: piece catches your eye, long curved and polished by countless
Speaker 2: tides until it shines faintly. You pick it up and
Speaker 2: discover it is incredible, smooth, like holding a piece of memory.
Speaker 2: You run your fingers along it, feeling how gentle the
Speaker 2: world can be, even to things once rough or broken.
Speaker 2: The wood is proof that time does not only a road.
Speaker 2: It softens, re shapes, and makes things beautiful in their
Speaker 2: own quiet way. You continue onward creedling the driftwood lightly
Speaker 2: in your hand. The sea breeze brushes your hair, cool
Speaker 2: and soothing, like a whisper of reassurance. You hear the
Speaker 2: gentle flutter of wings overhead. Looking up, you see a
Speaker 2: small group of white birds gliding silently across the sky,
Speaker 2: their wings slow and gray. They seem unhurried, moving as
Speaker 2: though they are simply part of the moonlight itself, carried
Speaker 2: by the night, rather than flying through it. The waves
Speaker 2: shift slightly, revealing something glimmering near the water's edge. Drawn
Speaker 2: to the shimmer, you walk closer and see us smooth,
Speaker 2: pearly stone, unlike any you've seen before. It seems to
Speaker 2: glow softly from within, as though holding a tiny moon
Speaker 2: of its own. When you pick it up, you feel warmth,
Speaker 2: gentle and comforting, radiating through your hand. You don't know
Speaker 2: how you know, but you understand that this stone is
Speaker 2: a reminder, a quiet message that you are guided, even
Speaker 2: when you cannot see where the path leads. You hold
Speaker 2: it to your heart for a moment, feeling its warmth
Speaker 2: become your own. As you stand there, a soft ripple
Speaker 2: of light appears on the water. The talking fish returns calm, patient, familiar.
Speaker 2: It speaks again, in that quiet voice that feels like
Speaker 2: it comes from inside your heart. There is no need
Speaker 2: to hurry, it says, you are already becoming who you
Speaker 2: are meant to be. The tides of your life move
Speaker 2: at the perfect pace. Trust the water, trust your breath,
Speaker 2: trust that you are guided. You nod, not needing words.
Speaker 2: The fish dips slightly beneath the water, circling your ankles gently,
Speaker 2: before drifting out into the deeper blue. You watch it go,
Speaker 2: feeling a sense of companionship that lingers even after it
Speaker 2: slips from sight. You walk again, the soft sand shifting
Speaker 2: gently under each step. The night has grown even quieter now,
Speaker 2: the waves gentler, the breeze softer, the moon hanging lower
Speaker 2: and warmer. A feeling of deep peace begins to wrap
Speaker 2: around you, like a blanket, a sense that everything is
Speaker 2: unfolding exactly as it should. Far ahead, you see a
Speaker 2: familiar shape, the little wooden boat, resting where you left it.
Speaker 2: It is waiting, patient and still, Like an old friend
Speaker 2: who never rushes you, who simply remains close by. You
Speaker 2: run your hand along its smooth side once more, instead
Speaker 2: of pushing it back into the water. You sit beside
Speaker 2: it on the sand. The ocean stretches endlessly before you.
Speaker 2: The stars shimmer softly overhead. The moon glows with steady
Speaker 2: silver light. You close your eyes, your breath slows, your
Speaker 2: body loosens, The rhythm of the sea becomes your rhythm.
Speaker 2: You feel calm, You feel grounded, You feel safe, You
Speaker 2: feel whole. Nothing is required of you, nothing is expected.
Speaker 2: There is only rest, soft, comforting, peaceful rest. Your mind
Speaker 2: grows quiet, like the tide at low moon. Your body
Speaker 2: grows warm and heavy, like sand settling under waves. Your
Speaker 2: heart feels open and peaceful, like the wide calmotion. Take
Speaker 2: a slow breath in and let it drift out again,
Speaker 2: in and out, and now allow yourself to drift peacefully,
Speaker 2: gently into soft, soothing sleep, carried by moonlight and the endless,
Speaker 2: calming rhythm of the sea. Take a slow, deep breath
Speaker 2: in and gently exhale like your shoulders soften, your jaw loosen,
Speaker 2: and your mind begin to slow down with each breath.
Speaker 2: Feel yourself sinking into a calmer rhythm like waves. Finding
Speaker 2: the shore again and again, allow your thoughts to become quieter, softer,
Speaker 2: like distant clouds passing far overhead. This is your time, now,
Speaker 2: your space, your peace. Let everything else fall away. As
Speaker 2: you arrive here in your imagination, ready to step into
Speaker 2: a world of moonlight and gentle ocean air. Picture yourself
Speaker 2: standing at the edge of a quiet beach at night.
Speaker 2: The moon is hanging low in the sky, full and glowing,
Speaker 2: casting a silvery light across the gentle rolling waves. The
Speaker 2: air is cool but comforting, carrying the faint scent of
Speaker 2: sea salt and lavender from somewhere you cannot see. The
Speaker 2: sand beneath your feet is soft and cool, as though
Speaker 2: the days were Warmth has faded into memory, your toes
Speaker 2: sinking just slightly, grounding you. You take a slow step forward,
Speaker 2: and then another, and your footprints appear behind you, only
Speaker 2: to soften and fade as the sea breeze whispers across them.
Speaker 2: The only sounds are the hush of the waves, the
Speaker 2: far off call of a night bird somewhere near the dunes,
Speaker 2: and the steady rhythm of your breathing. Calm and effortless.
Speaker 2: You feel completely safe here, completely held. The world is quiet,
Speaker 2: and you are guided only by the glow of the moon,
Speaker 2: illuminating everything with a serene blue eye shimmer. As you walk,
Speaker 2: you notice something gleaming in the sand a few steps ahead.
Speaker 2: You slowly kneel down and brush the sand aside with
Speaker 2: your fingertips. It is a small shell, smooth, pearly and
Speaker 2: shaped like a little spiral. When you hold it to
Speaker 2: your ear, you hear the ocean inside, not just the
Speaker 2: waves here, but oceans from far away places you've never
Speaker 2: been but somehow recognize. Taking another slow breath, you tuck
Speaker 2: the shell gently into your pocket. It feels like a
Speaker 2: tiny blessing, a tiny reminder that the world is full
Speaker 2: of gentle magic. You continue along the shoreline, listening to
Speaker 2: the waves, slide up and retreat again, each movement slow
Speaker 2: and steady. As you walk, you notice soft glowing lights
Speaker 2: dotted across the sand ahead of you. They are tiny
Speaker 2: little jellyfish, washed gently ashore, not stranded, but resting. They
Speaker 2: pulse with a faint, warm glow, rose pink, soft blue,
Speaker 2: pale gold, Like little lanterns left out to guide travelers
Speaker 2: in the night. They light your path in a quiet,
Speaker 2: dream like way. You feel no fear, only one. Everything
Speaker 2: here is calm, peaceful, and full of gentle enchantment. You
Speaker 2: step carefully, slowly, respectfully, as though the night itself is sacred. Ahead,
Speaker 2: nestled near a cluster of tall dune grasses, you see
Speaker 2: something wooden, a little rowboat, small hand crafted, with smooth
Speaker 2: sides and a length of rope coiled neatly inside. It
Speaker 2: looks as if it has been left here specifically for you.
Speaker 2: The moonlight reflects off the polished wood, giving it a warm,
Speaker 2: honeyed glow. Run your hand along the edge. The wood
Speaker 2: is cool and smooth, lovingly cared for. You feel that
Speaker 2: if you push, the boat will glide into the water
Speaker 2: with almost no effort. So you do. The boat slides
Speaker 2: into the calm tide with a soft whisper. You step
Speaker 2: inside carefully, and it remains perfectly steady, as though it
Speaker 2: recognizes your presence. You sit, and the boat begins to
Speaker 2: drift gently, without needing to row. The oars rest beside you,
Speaker 2: but you don't need them yet. The ocean is guiding
Speaker 2: you slowly. You float farther from shore, not far, just
Speaker 2: enough to feel the gentle cradle of the sea beneath you.
Speaker 2: The moon is now directly overhead, shimmering across the water
Speaker 2: like a path of silver glass. The surface is so
Speaker 2: smooth it looks as though the stars have fallen from
Speaker 2: the sky to rest there. You close your eyes for
Speaker 2: a moment and simply breathe. The rocking of the boat
Speaker 2: is slow and rhythmic, like being held. You feel your
Speaker 2: muscles loosen, your mind's slow, your breath deepen. The world
Speaker 2: feels soft, the air fel feels softer. When you open
Speaker 2: your eyes again, you notice something moving in the water
Speaker 2: beside the boat. The surface ripples. A glimmer of something
Speaker 2: bright and silvery passes beneath, then, gently rising up, a
Speaker 2: fish appears larger than the others, with shimmering scales that
Speaker 2: reflect the moonlight like polished gemstones. The fish lifts its
Speaker 2: head slightly above the surface and looks at you, eyes
Speaker 2: warm and wise. It speaks not with sound, but with
Speaker 2: a soft voice that seems to bloom inside your mind.
Speaker 2: Calm and gentle, You are safe here, the fish says.
Speaker 2: The ocean knows your heart. It has seen your joys,
Speaker 2: your worries, your quiet hopes. You do not need to rush.
Speaker 2: Everything you seek is already on its way to you.
Speaker 2: You breathe in deeply, letting those words settle into your chest,
Speaker 2: warm and soothing. The fish continues to float by your boat,
Speaker 2: guiding it slowly across the water. It feels like companionship,
Speaker 2: like being understood without words. After a quiet moment, the
Speaker 2: boat nudges softly against something. You look up and see
Speaker 2: a small sandbar, like a secret island that only appears
Speaker 2: under the moonlight. The sand is pale and sparkling, as
Speaker 2: though dusted with tiny stars. You step out of the boat,
Speaker 2: the water brushing gently against your ankles. The fish remains nearby,
Speaker 2: watching with kind, patient eyes. You walk along the sandbar
Speaker 2: and find smooth stones scattered about, round and warm and
Speaker 2: perfectly shaped to fit into your palm. Each one has
Speaker 2: something engraved upon it, words, symbols, small drawings. You pick
Speaker 2: up one stone and see that it has a simple
Speaker 2: symbol of a heart. You pick up another. It has
Speaker 2: a small moon and a star. Another waves and a
Speaker 2: little boat. You realize these stones are messages, gentle reminders.
Speaker 2: Each one holds a meaning, a quiet encouragement, a whisper
Speaker 2: of trust. You choose one stone to keep, the one
Speaker 2: that speaks to you the most. Hold it in your hand, now,
Speaker 2: feeling its smooth surface, Let its meaning settle gently into
Speaker 2: your heart. You don't need to force anything, just allow
Speaker 2: the feeling to bloom slowly like a flower, soft and effortless.
Speaker 2: After a moment, you return to the boat, stepping in
Speaker 2: as gracefully as before. The fish gives you a small
Speaker 2: dip of its head, as though acknowledging your choice. When
Speaker 2: you are ready, you pick up the oars. With slow,
Speaker 2: gentle strokes, you guide the boat back towards the shore.
Speaker 2: The ocean offers no resistance, The waves help you steady
Speaker 2: and smooth. When you reach the sand, you step out
Speaker 2: once more, your feet sinking comfortably into the cool shore.
Speaker 2: The boat settles still and silent, as though it will
Speaker 2: wait for you to return another night. You take one
Speaker 2: last peaceful look at the water, the moon reflecting across it,
Speaker 2: the waves breathing in and out like a sleeping world,
Speaker 2: and then you begin to walk back along the beach.
Speaker 2: The jellyfish glows softly, once again, lighting your path. The
Speaker 2: air is even calmer, now, almost velvety. The starr overhead
Speaker 2: seem brighter, the waves quieter, the world's softer. You walk slowly, peacefully,
Speaker 2: without hurry. You know now that this beach is always
Speaker 2: here for you. The gentle waves, the glowing moon, the
Speaker 2: guiding light, the quiet companionship, the place inside yourself where
Speaker 2: everything becomes still. As you walk, your body feels lighter,
Speaker 2: your mind feels clearer, your heart feels calmer. You feel supported, guided, understood.
Speaker 2: The ocean carries your worries away. The sand grounds you.
Speaker 2: The moonlight wraps around you like a soft shawl of comfort,
Speaker 2: and so you continue walking along the moonlit beach, your
Speaker 2: steps slow, gentle, and unhurried. The night feels endless, but
Speaker 2: in a comforting way, as though time here stretches and
Speaker 2: softens for you. There is no need to rush, no
Speaker 2: need to think ahead. You simply exist in this moment,
Speaker 2: supported by the rhythm of the tide, the whisper of
Speaker 2: the breeze, and the vast, calm sky above. The sand
Speaker 2: beneath your feet begins to change as you walk. It
Speaker 2: becomes finer, softer, almost silky, like powdered pearl. Each step
Speaker 2: feels like sinking into a cloud. The moon watches over you,
Speaker 2: steady and tender. It's light like quiet love poured across
Speaker 2: the world. You pause for a moment and inhale, deeply,
Speaker 2: letting the salt the sea and the cool brightness fill
Speaker 2: your lungs. As you breathe. Something within you loosens a
Speaker 2: tightness you didn't know you've been holding. Gently, Let's go ahead.
Speaker 2: You notice something unusual. A cluster of tall silver grasses
Speaker 2: sway softly near the dunes, their slender blades reflecting the
Speaker 2: moonlight as though dusted with frost. They shimmer when the
Speaker 2: wind touches them, creating a soft, shimmering music that blends
Speaker 2: with the ocean's slow breathing. You walk closer, drawn to
Speaker 2: the sound, and find that the grass forms a kind
Speaker 2: of archway. As you approach, a soft glow flickers between
Speaker 2: the blades. It feels like an invitation, gentle, welcoming warm.
Speaker 2: You step through the arch of silver grass and find
Speaker 2: yourself in a small clearing nestled among doones. The sand
Speaker 2: here is untouched, pristine, smooth as porcelain. In the center
Speaker 2: stands a small glowing lantern. The flame inside is steady, bright,
Speaker 2: but soft, more like starlight than fire. You kneel beside
Speaker 2: it and notice a tiny inscription carved into the wooden frame.
Speaker 2: It reads where the heart rests the path appears. You
Speaker 2: take a slow breath. Something inside you understands this. Sometimes
Speaker 2: you don't need to search or push or strife. Sometimes
Speaker 2: simply allowing yourself to rest opens the way forward. You
Speaker 2: touch the lantern gently, and instead of lifting it, you
Speaker 2: simply watch it glow. It illuminates not just the clearing,
Speaker 2: but something within you, a quiet inner space that feels
Speaker 2: calm and safe. Leaving the lantern where it is, you
Speaker 2: rise and continue your moonlit wander. The moment has already
Speaker 2: become part of you. You carry its stillness like a
Speaker 2: soft light inside your chest. You return to the shoreline,
Speaker 2: where the waves continue their slow, steady rhythm. As you walk,
Speaker 2: you notice pieces of driftwood scattered along the sand, smooth, pale,
Speaker 2: seahorn shapes that look almost sculpted by time itself. One
Speaker 2: piece catches your eye, long curved and polished by countless
Speaker 2: tides until it shines faintly. You pick it up and
Speaker 2: discover it is incredibly smooth, Like holding a piece of memory.
Speaker 2: You run your fingers along it, feeling how gentle the
Speaker 2: world can be, even to things once rough or broken.
Speaker 2: The wood is proof that time does not only erode,
Speaker 2: it softens, re shapes, and makes things beautiful in their
Speaker 2: own quiet way. You continue onward, creedling the driftwood lightly
Speaker 2: in your hand. The sea breeze brushes your hair, cool
Speaker 2: and soothing, like a whisper of reassurance. You hear the
Speaker 2: gentle flutter of wings overhead. Looking up, you see a
Speaker 2: small group of white birds gliding silently across the sky,
Speaker 2: their wings slow and graceful. They seem unhurried, moving as
Speaker 2: though they are simply part of the moonlight itself, carried
Speaker 2: by the night, rather than flying through it. The waves
Speaker 2: shift slightly, revealing something glimmering near the water's edge. Drawn
Speaker 2: to the shimmer, you walk closer and see a smooth,
Speaker 2: pearly stone, unlike any you've seen before. It seems to
Speaker 2: glow softly from within, as though holding a tiny moon
Speaker 2: of its own. When you pick it up, you feel warmth,
Speaker 2: gentle and comforting, radiating through your hand. You don't know
Speaker 2: how you know, but you understand that this stone is
Speaker 2: a reminder, a quiet message that you are guided, even
Speaker 2: when you cannot see where the path leads. You hold
Speaker 2: it to your heart for a moment, feeling its warmth
Speaker 2: become your own. As you stand there, a soft ripple
Speaker 2: of light appears on the water. The talking fish returns, calm, patient, familiar.
Speaker 2: It speaks again, in that quiet voice that feels like
Speaker 2: it comes from inside your heart. There is no need
Speaker 2: to hurry, It says, you are already becoming who you
Speaker 2: are meant to be. The tides of your life move
Speaker 2: at the perfect pace. Trust the water, trust your breath,
Speaker 2: Trust that you are guided. You nod, not needing words.
Speaker 2: The fish dips slightly beneath the water, circling your ankles gently,
Speaker 2: before drifting out into the deeper blue. You watch it go,
Speaker 2: feeling a sense of companionship that lingers even after it
Speaker 2: slips from sight. You walk again, the soft sand shifting
Speaker 2: gently under each step. The night has grown even quieter now,
Speaker 2: the waves gentler, the breeze softer, the moon hanging lower
Speaker 2: and warmer. A feeling of deep peace begins to wrap
Speaker 2: around you like a blanket, a sense that everything is
Speaker 2: unfolding exactly as it should. Far ahead, you see a
Speaker 2: familiar shape, the little wooden boat, resting where you left it.
Speaker 2: It is waiting, patient and still, like an old friend
Speaker 2: who never rushes you, who simply remains close by. You
Speaker 2: run your hand along its smooth side once more. Instead
Speaker 2: of pushing it back into the water, you sit beside
Speaker 2: it on the sand. The ocean stretches endlessly before you.
Speaker 2: The stars shimmers softly overhead. The moon glows with steady
Speaker 2: silver light. You close your eyes, your breath's sle your
Speaker 2: body loosens, The rhythm of the sea becomes your rhythm.
Speaker 2: You feel calm, You feel grounded, You feel safe, you
Speaker 2: feel whole. Nothing is required of you, nothing is expected.
Speaker 2: There is only rest, soft, comforting, peaceful rest. Your mind
Speaker 2: grows quiet like the tide at low moon. Your body
Speaker 2: grows warm and heavy, like sense settling under waves. Your
Speaker 2: heart feels open and peaceful, like the wide calm otion.
Speaker 2: Take a slow breath in and let it drift out again,
Speaker 2: in and out, And now allow yourself to drift peacefully,
Speaker 2: gently into soft, soothing sleep, carried by moonlight and the endless,
Speaker 2: calming rhythm of the sea.
Speaker 1: In St.
Speaker 2: St St Spots