So Let’s Begin…
GLIDING THROUGH THE CLOUDS SLEEP MEDITATION SCRIPT
Nestle beneath the covers, dear one.
Let the weight of the day begin to dissolve.
Sink your head gently into the pillow,
As if the sky itself were cradling your thoughts.
Pause…
Take a slow breath in…
And a slower breath out…
Pause…
Let your shoulders drop…
Your hands fall softly beside you…
Your belly expand and release…
Pause…
The mind might still be moving,
But your body, your breath—
They are here to guide you home.
Pause…
Now, imagine a cool breeze drifting across your cheeks.
Fresh and light.
Like it has traveled through mountaintops and meadows
Just to find you tonight.
Pause…
The breeze gathers beneath your bed…
Soft as silk…
And as it lifts you—just slightly—
You see it forming beneath you…
A cloud canoe.
Long, open, delicate…
Shaped from the very breath of the sky.
And it is waiting… for you.
Pause…
You step inside, and it welcomes you with a hush.
No paddles.
Just breath, and trust, and stillness.
Pause…
The cloud beneath holds you,
And with a gentle push of invisible wind,
You begin to drift.
Pause…
Higher and higher…
Gliding through soft layers of sky.
A sea of quiet clouds surrounds you—
Each one a whisper, a lullaby,
A moment of rest made visible.
Pause…
You pass through a cloud of laughter you once shared.
Then a cloud of worry—
Which melts with a single breath.
Pause…
The further you float,
The lighter your chest becomes.
The more space appears in your thoughts.
Pause…
Below, the world grows smaller…
Above, the stars begin to flicker like friendly lanterns.
And here you are—
Between worlds,
On a boat made of sky.
Pause…
The wind begins to hum a song…
One that sounds like your name,
And the word peace carried on a breeze.
Pause…
Ahead, a mirror cloud appears.
And as you pass by,
You glance inside and see yourself—
Rested.
Soft.
Glowing.
Exactly as you were always meant to be.
Pause…
You are reminded now—
You are the space.
The silence.
The witness.
The sky.
Pause…
The canoe begins to slow…
Lowering you now onto a thick, cottony cloud.
A place to rest.
To be held.
To be home.
Pause…
You sink gently into its center—
Supported.
Soothed.
Still.
Pause…
Breathe in slowly…
And breathe out even more slowly.
Pause…
Let the breeze comb through your mind,
Untangling the knots,
Unwinding the threads.
Pause…
The canoe waits nearby,
Floating gently in the distance.
Your journey may continue in dreams.
But for now…
You rest.
You soften.
You let go.
Pause…
Sweet Dreams, Beautiful
