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 moment to find the most comfortable position.
Speaker 3: For your body.
Speaker 2: Let your weight be supported fully by the bed beneath you,
Speaker 2: the pillow under your head, the blankets resting around you
Speaker 2: like a soft cocoon of warmth. Let your arms and
Speaker 2: hands rest where they naturally fall. Let your chest relax,
Speaker 2: Let the muscles in your face soften.
Speaker 4: Let there be.
Speaker 2: Nothing to hold, nothing to lift, nothing to manage. You
Speaker 2: are safe here, You are allowed to rest here. Take
Speaker 2: a slow, gentle breath in through the nose, Hold it
Speaker 2: just for a moment, and then release it softly through
Speaker 2: the mouth, like a slow exhale of glowing candle light. Again,
Speaker 2: breathe in and breathe out, breathing warmth in and releasing
Speaker 2: all tension out. Let your breathing return to its natural rhythm,
Speaker 2: steady and calm, like the tides of the ocean, always returning,
Speaker 2: always flowing. Now in your mind, imagine yourself standing on
Speaker 2: a quiet country side road. The air is warm, touched
Speaker 2: by sunlight that feels like silk against your skin. The
Speaker 2: sky above you is soft and endlessly blue, with a
Speaker 2: few white clouds drifting very slowly, as if they too
Speaker 2: are resting. The grass on either side of the path
Speaker 2: sways lightly in a gentle breeze. Everything is still and peaceful.
Speaker 2: Before you, the yellow brick road appears, glowing warmly, not
Speaker 2: bright or sharp, but soft, like morning light.
Speaker 4: Filtered through lace.
Speaker 2: The bricks feel steady and welcoming beneath your feet. You
Speaker 2: step forward, beginning to walk slowly, calmly, with no need
Speaker 2: to rush. Each footstep feels almost weightless, like the ground
Speaker 2: itself is guiding you. As you walk, the world deepens
Speaker 2: around you. The color's richer, the air sweeter, the quiet fuller.
Speaker 2: The path seems to open your heart without ever asking
Speaker 2: anything of you. A head leaned casually against an old
Speaker 2: wooden fence beside a cornfield is the scarecrow. His patched
Speaker 2: clothes flutter gently in the breeze. His face is soft
Speaker 2: and kindly stitched, with a smile that feels like recognition,
Speaker 2: like familiarity, like home. When his eyes meet yours, they
Speaker 2: light up, and he waves in that shy, earnest way
Speaker 2: of his, as though he is glad you are here,
Speaker 2: exactly as you are. You approach him, and he rises
Speaker 2: to his feet with a little wobble straw, shifting lightly.
Speaker 2: He doesn't rush toward you, doesn't overwhelm you.
Speaker 4: He simply stands with you, side by side.
Speaker 2: Like two friends who don't need words. His presence feels comforting, thoughtful, gentle,
Speaker 2: deeply curious, and without any expectation. Together, you begin to
Speaker 2: walk the road. Bird song floats through the warm air
Speaker 2: like little ribbons of music. The fields sway softly, the
Speaker 2: light seems to move with you. Soon the path leads
Speaker 2: into cool shade, where tall trees form a quiet green
Speaker 2: canopy overhead. And there, leaning against the smooth trunk of
Speaker 2: a tree, is the tin woodman, polished metal, catching dappled sunlight,
Speaker 2: funnel hat, slightly tilted, with a presence that is strong,
Speaker 2: yet so tender it could melt the hardest worry. He
Speaker 2: presses a metal hand to where his heart glows soft
Speaker 2: and warm. He doesn't need to speak. His kindness is radiant, peaceful, steady.
Speaker 2: You step close, and he bows his head slightly, as
Speaker 2: though honoring the simple act of your being here. He
Speaker 2: joins your walk, moving with gentle, thoughtful steps that make
Speaker 2: no sound at all. Now there are three. The road continues,
Speaker 2: winding towards sunlight again, and when the trees part, there
Speaker 2: in a golden clearing rests the lion, strong but not intimidating,
Speaker 2: powerful but gentle. His large paws are tucked beneath him,
Speaker 2: his golden mane glowing softly in the sunlight, spun honey.
Speaker 2: His eyes are deep and warm and full of quiet love.
Speaker 2: He rises slowly, stretching with a soft rumbling breath, and
Speaker 2: when he reaches you, he nuzzles your shoulder tenderly, like
Speaker 2: someone who has longed for soft affection, without needing to
Speaker 2: pretend to be anything other than gentle. His courage lives
Speaker 2: in his softness.
Speaker 4: And now there are four. You continue walking.
Speaker 2: Together, step by slow step, following the golden bricks through
Speaker 2: a landscape that feels both real and dreamlike. The road
Speaker 2: leads to a meadow bathed in warm sunlight. The grass
Speaker 2: is cool and soft underfoot, and tiny white wildflowers sway
Speaker 2: like stars growing from the earth. The scare crow sits
Speaker 2: cross legged and pats the ground, inviting you to rest.
Speaker 2: You sit among them. The tin woodman settles beside you.
Speaker 2: The lion lies down close, his great head resting near
Speaker 2: your legs. There is no need to speak. The air
Speaker 2: is full of a comforting quiet that says you are safe.
Speaker 3: You are welcome, You belong.
Speaker 2: You close your eyes for a moment, breathing slowly, feeling
Speaker 2: held by friendship, by land, by sky. When you rise again,
Speaker 2: the road leads onward, now through a woodland where the
Speaker 2: light grows soft lavender. Tiny glowing orbs drift between the
Speaker 2: trees like floating lanterns or wandering stars. They are warm
Speaker 2: and slow and curious, hovering near you gently. The scarecrow
Speaker 2: watches them with wonder The tin woodman reaches a hand out,
Speaker 2: and one of the glowing lights rests on his metal palm,
Speaker 2: pulsing softly. The lion moves with calm reverence, as though
Speaker 2: he has always known this place. The forest opens to
Speaker 2: a cozy clearing where a small cottage sits, smoke curling
Speaker 2: from its chimney like a soft ribbon. A wooden table
Speaker 2: sits outside with a teapot steaming quietly. There are extra cups,
Speaker 2: as though someone knew you were coming. You sit with
Speaker 2: your three companions. The tea tastes like warm vanilla and
Speaker 2: camomeal and honey, like something made to soothe the spirit.
Speaker 2: Your hands feel warm, your body relaxed, your breathing slow
Speaker 2: and easy. No one speaks, there is no need to.
Speaker 2: Companionship exists in shared silence. When the tea is finished,
Speaker 2: the golden road continues. The sky deepens into twilight, the
Speaker 2: first stars appearing like silver pinpoints. The road leads to
Speaker 2: a wide open field where the grass is deep and soft,
Speaker 2: moving like waves. The stars above multiply brighter, closer, shimmering,
Speaker 2: as though the sky itself is breathing.
Speaker 4: And there, in a.
Speaker 2: Glow of pale rose and softly glimmering gold, comes Glinda.
Speaker 2: She moves like light itself. Nothing dramatic, nothing grand, just
Speaker 2: gentle radiance. She raises her hand and you feel peace
Speaker 2: wash over your chest, your shoulders, your heart, your breath.
Speaker 2: She speaks inside you. You are already enough, You are
Speaker 2: already on your path. You are not late, you are
Speaker 2: not behind. You are exactly where your heart is learning
Speaker 2: to open. Warmth spreads through you like sunlight poured slowly
Speaker 2: into your chest. The scarecrow takes your hand, gentle encouragement.
Speaker 2: The tin woodman places his warm metal hand on your other,
Speaker 2: loving reassurance. The lion rests beside you strong safety. Glinda's
Speaker 2: light surrounds you unconditional acceptance. You lie down in the
Speaker 2: soft grass, the night sky stretching infinitely above you. The
Speaker 2: stars shimmer and slowly begin to drift downward, forming a
Speaker 2: soft canopy of light over you. The ground beneath you
Speaker 2: feels warm and supportive. Every muscle in your body loosens,
Speaker 2: every thought slows, Your breath becomes soft, steady, slow, You
Speaker 2: are surrounded, approved of, cherished, held, nothing to prove, nothing
Speaker 2: to perform, nothing to fix, nothing to carry. Your body
Speaker 2: knows how to fall into rest. You are safe, You
Speaker 2: are loved, You are home. Let yourself drift now, slowly, sweetly,
Speaker 2: softly into sleep. Good night, dear heart, good night.
Speaker 4: Take a moment to.
Speaker 2: Find the most comfortable position for your body. Let your
Speaker 2: weight be supported fully by the bed beneath you, the
Speaker 2: pillow under your head, the blankets resting around you like
Speaker 2: a soft cocoon of warmth. Let your arms and hands
Speaker 2: rest where they naturally fall. Let your chest relax, Let
Speaker 2: the muscles in your face soften. Let there be nothing
Speaker 2: to hold, nothing to lift, nothing to manage. You are
Speaker 2: safe here, You are allowed to rest here. Take a slow,
Speaker 2: gentle breath in through the nose, Hold it just for
Speaker 2: a moment, and then release it softly through the mouth,
Speaker 2: like a slow exhale of glowing candlelight. Again, breathe in
Speaker 2: and breathe out, breathing warmth in and releasing.
Speaker 4: All tension out.
Speaker 2: Let your breathing return to its natural rhythm, steady and calm,
Speaker 2: like the tides of the ocean, always returning, always flowing.
Speaker 2: Now in your mind, imagine yourself standing on a quiet
Speaker 2: countryside road. The air is warm, touched by sunlight that
Speaker 2: feels like silk against your skin. The sky above you
Speaker 2: is soft and endlessly blue, with a few white clouds
Speaker 2: drifting very slowly, as if they too are resting. The
Speaker 2: grass on either side of the path sways lightly in
Speaker 2: a gentle breeze. Everything is still and peaceful. Before you,
Speaker 2: the yellow brick road appears glowing warmly, not bright or sharp,
Speaker 2: but soft, like morning.
Speaker 4: Light filtered through lace.
Speaker 2: The bricks feel steady and welcoming beneath your feet. You
Speaker 2: step forward, beginning to walk slowly, calmly, with no need
Speaker 2: to rush. Each footstep feels almost weightless, like the ground
Speaker 2: itself is guiding you. As you walk, the world deepens
Speaker 2: around you, the colors richer, the air sweeter, the quiet fuller.
Speaker 2: The path seems to open your heart without ever asking
Speaker 2: anything of you. A head leaned casually against an old
Speaker 2: wooden fence beside a cornfield is the scarecrow. His patched
Speaker 2: clothes fluttered gently in the breeze. His face is soft
Speaker 2: and kindly stitched, with a smile that feels like recognition,
Speaker 2: like familiarity.
Speaker 4: Like home.
Speaker 2: When his eyes meet yours, they light up, and he
Speaker 2: waves in that shy, earnest way of his, as though
Speaker 2: he is glad you are here, exactly as you are.
Speaker 2: You approach him, and he rises to his feet with
Speaker 2: a little wobble straw, shifting lightly. He doesn't rush toward you,
Speaker 2: doesn't overwhelm you. He simply stands with you, side by side,
Speaker 2: like two friends who don't need words. His presence feels comforting, thoughtful, gentle,
Speaker 2: deeply cures, and without any expectation. Together you begin to
Speaker 2: walk the road. Bird song floats through the warm air
Speaker 2: like little ribbons of music. The fields sway softly, the
Speaker 2: light seems to move with you. Soon the path leads
Speaker 2: into cool shade, where tall trees form a quiet green
Speaker 2: canopy overhead, And there, leaning against the smooth trunk of
Speaker 2: a tree, is the tin woodman, polished metal, catching dappled sunlight,
Speaker 2: funnel hats slightly tilted, with a presence that is strong
Speaker 2: yet so tender it could melt the hardest worry. He
Speaker 2: presses a metal hand to where his heart glows soft
Speaker 2: and warm. He doesn't need to speak. His kindness is radiant, peaceful, steady.
Speaker 2: You step close, and he bows his head slightly, as
Speaker 2: though honoring the simple act of your being here. He
Speaker 2: joins your walk, moving with gentle, thoughtful steps that make
Speaker 2: no sound at all. Now there are three. The road continues,
Speaker 2: winding towards sunlight again, and when the trees part, there
Speaker 2: in a golden clearing rests the lion, strong but not intimidating,
Speaker 2: powerful but gentle. His large paws are tucked beneath him,
Speaker 2: his golden mane glowing softly in the sun like spun honey.
Speaker 2: His eyes are deep and warm and full of quiet love.
Speaker 2: He rises slowly, stretching with a soft, rumbling breath, and
Speaker 2: when he reaches you, he nuzzles your shoulder tenderly, like
Speaker 2: someone who has longed for soft affection, without needing to
Speaker 2: pretend to be anything other than gentle. His courage lives
Speaker 2: in his softness. And now there are four. You continue
Speaker 2: walking together, step by slow step, following the golden bricks
Speaker 2: through a landscape that feels both real and dreamlike. The
Speaker 2: road leads to a meadow bathed in warm sunlight. The
Speaker 2: grass is cool and soft underfoot, and tiny white wild
Speaker 2: flowers sway like stars, growing from the earth. The scarecrow
Speaker 2: sits cross legged and pats the ground, inviting you to rest.
Speaker 4: You sit among them.
Speaker 2: The tin woodman settles beside you. The lion lies down close,
Speaker 2: his great head resting near your legs. There is no
Speaker 2: need to speak. The air is full of a comforting
Speaker 2: quiet that says you are safe.
Speaker 3: You are welcome, You belong.
Speaker 2: You close your eyes for a moment, breathing slowly, feeling
Speaker 2: held by friendship, by land, by sky. When you rise again,
Speaker 2: the road leads onward, now through a woodland where the
Speaker 2: light grows soft lavender. Tiny glowing orbs drift between the trees,
Speaker 2: like floating lanterns or wandering stars. They are warm and
Speaker 2: slow and curious, hovering near you gently. The scarecrow watches
Speaker 2: them with wonder. The tin woodman reaches a hand out,
Speaker 2: and one of the glowing lights rests on his metal palm,
Speaker 2: pulsing softly. The lion moves with calm reverence, as though
Speaker 2: he has always known this place. The forest opens to
Speaker 2: a cozy clearing where a small cottage sits, smoke curling
Speaker 2: from its chimney like a soft ribbon. A wooden table
Speaker 2: sits out there side with a teapot steaming quietly. There
Speaker 2: are extra cups, as though someone knew you were coming.
Speaker 2: You sit with your three companions. The tea tastes like
Speaker 2: warm vanilla and camomeal and honey, like something made to
Speaker 2: soothe the spirit. Your hands feel warm, your body relaxed.
Speaker 2: You're breathing slow and easy. No one speaks, there is
Speaker 2: no need to. Companionship exists in shared silence. When the
Speaker 2: tea is finished, the golden Road continues. The sky deepens
Speaker 2: into twilight, the first stars appearing like silver pinpoints.
Speaker 4: The road leads to a wide.
Speaker 2: Open field where the grass is deep and soft, moving
Speaker 2: like waves. The stars above multiply, brighter, closer, shimmering, as
Speaker 2: though the sky itself is breathing.
Speaker 4: And there, in a glow of pale rose and softly.
Speaker 2: Glimmering gold, comes Glinda.
Speaker 4: She moves like light itself.
Speaker 2: Nothing dramatic, nothing grand, just gentle radiance. She raises her
Speaker 2: hand and you feel peace wash over your chest, your shoulders,
Speaker 2: your heart, your breath. She speaks inside you. You are
Speaker 2: already enough, You are already on your path. You are
Speaker 2: not late, you are not behind. You are exactly where
Speaker 2: your heart is learning to open. Warmth spreads through you,
Speaker 2: like sunlight poured slowly into your chest. The scarecrow takes
Speaker 2: your hand gentle encouragement. The tin woodman places his warm
Speaker 2: metal hand on your other, loving reassurance. The lion rests
Speaker 2: beside you strong safety. Glinda's light surrounds you unconditional acceptance.
Speaker 2: You lie down in the soft grass, the night sky
Speaker 2: stretching infinitely above you. The stars shimmer and slowly begin
Speaker 2: to drift downward, forming a soft canopy of light over you.
Speaker 2: The ground beneath you feels warm and supportive. Every muscle
Speaker 2: in your body loosens, every thought slows. Your breath becomes soft, steady, slow.
Speaker 2: You are surrounded, approved of, cherished, held nothing to prove,
Speaker 2: nothing to perform, nothing to fix, nothing to carry. Your
Speaker 2: body knows how to fall into rest. You are safe,
Speaker 2: You are loved.
Speaker 4: You are home.
Speaker 2: Let yourself drift now, slowly, sweetly, softly into sleep. Good night,
Speaker 2: dear heart, good night. Take a moment to find the
Speaker 2: most comfortable position for your body. Let your weight be
Speaker 2: supported fully by the bed beneath you, the pillow under
Speaker 2: your head, the blankets resting around you like a soft
Speaker 2: cocoon of warmth. Let your arms and hands rest where
Speaker 2: they naturally fall. Let your chest relax, Let the muscles
Speaker 2: in your face soften. Let there be nothing to hold,
Speaker 2: nothing to lift, nothing to manage. You are safe here,
Speaker 2: You are allowed to rest here. Take a slow, gentle
Speaker 2: breath in through the nose, Hold it just for a moment,
Speaker 2: and then release it softly through the mouth, like a
Speaker 2: slow exhale of glowing candle light. Again, breathe in and
Speaker 2: breathe out, breathing warmth in and releasing all tension out.
Speaker 2: Let your breathing return to its natural rhythm, steady and calm,
Speaker 2: like the tides of the ocean, always returning.
Speaker 3: Away, flowing.
Speaker 4: Now.
Speaker 2: In your mind, imagine yourself standing on a quiet countryside road.
Speaker 2: The air is warm, touched by sunlight that feels like
Speaker 2: silk against your skin. The sky above you is soft
Speaker 2: and endlessly blue, with a few white clouds drifting very slowly,
Speaker 2: as if they too are resting. The grass on either
Speaker 2: side of the path sways lightly in a gentle breeze.
Speaker 2: Everything is still and peaceful. Before you, the yellow brick
Speaker 2: road appears glowing warmly, not bright or sharp, but soft,
Speaker 2: like morning.
Speaker 4: Light filtered through lace.
Speaker 2: The bricks feel steady and welcoming beneath your feet. You
Speaker 2: step forward, beginning to walk slowly, calmly, with no need
Speaker 2: to rush. Each footstep feels almost weightless, like the ground
Speaker 2: itself is. As you walk, the world deepens around you.
Speaker 2: The color's richer, the air sweeter, the quiet fuller. The
Speaker 2: path seems to open your heart without ever asking anything
Speaker 2: of you. A head leaned casually against an old wooden
Speaker 2: fence beside a cornfield is the scarecrow. His patched clothes
Speaker 2: fluttered gently in the breeze. His face is soft and
Speaker 2: kindly stitched, with a smile that feels like recognition, like familiarity,
Speaker 2: like home. When his eyes meet yours, they light up,
Speaker 2: and he waves in that shy, earnest way of his,
Speaker 2: as though he is glad you are here, exactly as
Speaker 2: you are. You approach him, and he rises to his
Speaker 2: feet with a little wobble straw, shifting lightly. He doesn't
Speaker 2: rush toward you, doesn't overwhelm you.
Speaker 4: He simply stands with.
Speaker 2: You, side by side, like two friends who don't need words.
Speaker 2: His presence feels comforting, thoughtful, gentle, deeply curious, and without
Speaker 2: any expectation.
Speaker 4: Together, you begin.
Speaker 3: To walk the road.
Speaker 2: Bird song floats through the warm air like little ribbons
Speaker 2: of music. The fields sway softly, the light seems to
Speaker 2: move with you. Soon the path leads into cool shade,
Speaker 2: where tall trees form a quiet green canopy overhead, And there,
Speaker 2: leaning against the smooth trunk of a tree, is the
Speaker 2: tin woodman, polished metal, catching dappled sunlight, funnel hats lightly tilted,
Speaker 2: with a presence that is strong, yet so tender it
Speaker 2: could melt the hardest worry. He presses a metal hand
Speaker 2: to where his heart glows soft and warm. He doesn't
Speaker 2: need to speak. His kindness is radiant, peaceful, steady. You
Speaker 2: step close, and he bows his head slightly, as though
Speaker 2: honoring the simple act of your being here. He joins
Speaker 2: your walk, moving with gentle, thoughtful steps that make no
Speaker 2: sound at all. Now there are three. The road continues,
Speaker 2: winding towards sunlight again, and when the trees part, there
Speaker 2: in a golden clearing rests the lion, strong but not intimidating,
Speaker 2: powerful but gentle. His large paws are tucked beneath him,
Speaker 2: his golden mane glowing softly in the sun like spun honey.
Speaker 2: His eyes are deep and warm and full of quiet love.
Speaker 2: He rises slowly, stretching with a soft, rumbling breath, and
Speaker 2: when he reaches you, he nuzzles your shoulder tenderly, like
Speaker 2: someone who has longed for soft affection, without needing to
Speaker 2: pretend to be anything other than gentle. His courage lives
Speaker 2: in his softness. And now there are four. You continue
Speaker 2: walking together, step by slow step, following the golden bricks
Speaker 2: through a landscape that feels both real and dreamlike. The
Speaker 2: road leads to a meadow bathed in warm sunlight. The
Speaker 2: grass is cool and soft underfoot, and tiny white wildflowers
Speaker 2: sway like stars growing from the earth. The scarecrow sits
Speaker 2: cross legged and pats the ground, inviting you to rest.
Speaker 2: You sit among them. The tin woodman settles beside you.
Speaker 2: The lion lies down close, his great head resting near
Speaker 2: your legs. There is no need to speak. The air
Speaker 2: is full of a comforting quiet that says you are safe,
Speaker 2: you are.
Speaker 3: Welcome, You belong.
Speaker 2: You close your eyes for a moment, breathing slowly, feeling
Speaker 2: held by friendship, by land, by sky. When you rise again,
Speaker 2: the road leads onward, now through a woodland where the
Speaker 2: light grows soft lavender, tiny glowing orbs drift between the
Speaker 2: trees like floating lanterns or wandering stars. They are warm
Speaker 2: and slow and curious, hovering near you gently. The scarecrow
Speaker 2: watches them with wonder. The tin woodman reaches a hand out,
Speaker 2: and one of the glowing lights rests on his metal palm.
Speaker 2: Pulsing softly, moves with calm reverence, as though he has
Speaker 2: always known this place. The forest opens to a cozy
Speaker 2: clearing where a small cottage sits, smoke curling from its
Speaker 2: chimney like a soft ribbon. A wooden table sits outside
Speaker 2: with a teapot steaming quietly. There are extra cups, as
Speaker 2: though someone knew you were coming. You sit with your
Speaker 2: three companions. The tea tastes like warm vanilla and camomeal
Speaker 2: and honey, like something made to soothe the spirit. Your
Speaker 2: hands feel warm, your body relaxed, your breathing slow and easy.
Speaker 2: No one speaks, there is no need to. Companionship exists
Speaker 2: in shared silence. When the tea is finished, the golden
Speaker 2: road continues. The sky deepens into twilight, the first stars
Speaker 2: appearing like silver pin points. The road leads to a
Speaker 2: wide open field where the grass is deep and soft,
Speaker 2: moving like waves. The stars above multiply brighter, closer, shimmering,
Speaker 2: as though the sky itself is breathing.
Speaker 4: And there, in a.
Speaker 2: Glow of pale rose and softly glimmering gold, comes Glinda.
Speaker 4: She moves like light itself.
Speaker 2: Nothing dramatic, nothing grand, just gentle radiance. She raises her
Speaker 2: hand and you feel peace wash over your chest, your shoulders,
Speaker 2: your heart, your breath. She speaks inside you. You are
Speaker 2: already enough, You are already on your path. You are
Speaker 2: not late, you are not behind. You are exactly where
Speaker 2: your heart is learning to open. Warmth spreads through you,
Speaker 2: like sunlight poured slowly into your chest. The scarecrow takes
Speaker 2: your hand, gentle encouragement. The tin woodman places his warm
Speaker 2: metal hand on your other, loving reassurance. The lion rests
Speaker 2: beside you strong safety. Glinda's light surrounds you unconditional acceptance.
Speaker 2: You lie down in the soft grass, the night sky
Speaker 2: stretching infinitely above you. The stars shimmer and slowly begin
Speaker 2: to drift downward, forming a soft canopy of light over you.
Speaker 2: The ground beneath you feels warm and supportive. Every muscle
Speaker 2: in your body loosens, every thought slows Your breath becomes soft, steady, slow.
Speaker 2: You are surrounded, approved of, cherished, held nothing to prove,
Speaker 2: nothing to perform, nothing to fix, nothing to carry. Your
Speaker 2: body knows how to fall into rest. You are safe,
Speaker 2: you are loved, You are home. Let yourself drift now, slowly, sweetly,
Speaker 2: softly into sleep. Good night, dear heart, Good night Si