So Let’s Begin…
THE BEAUTY OF THE BASKETS SLEEP MEDITATION SCRIPT
Relax. Simply relax.
Letting go of
All the tension
In your muscles,
And any aches and pains.
Just let them go.
LONG PAUSE
Take a deep breath,
A cleansing, purifying breath,
A breath that releases tension,
And brings calm to you.
LONG PAUSE
Now, imagine if you can,
Sitting on the ground,
With a beautiful, statuesque
older woman.
PAUSE
The woman has hair,
Braided in mazes,
On top of her head.
Her eyes are like shiny onyx,
And her skin glows,
In the sun.
PAUSE
Together, you sit cross-legged on the ground.
The woman weaves a basket
With black, brown and golden strands.
PAUSE
Several minutes pass in silence.
Then the woman,
Shows you the basket,
With a magnificent spider design woven into it.
“The spider knows balance,” she says.
“Close your eyes, breathe,
And feel balance in your life.”
PAUSE
After a moment,
You feel a calmness,
A centeredness,
A balance,
Like the nimble spider.
The woman smiles.
PAUSE
The woman sets the
Spider basket aside,
And takes out another basket.
After weaving for a few minutes,
She shows you a basket with
a beautiful flower design.
PAUSE
She gives you the basket to hold,
And you run your fingers
over the strands.
They’re surprisingly soft.
PAUSE
After moments of silence,
The basket weaver speaks again.
“The flower knows natural beauty,” she says.
“Close your eyes, breathe,
“And see your natural beauty.”
PAUSE
After a moment of closing your eyes,
And going inward,
You see light around yourself,
Light that shines from the inside out.
And you recognize and embrace
Your natural beauty.
The woman smiles.
PAUSE
The woman sets the flower basket aside,
And reaches for another.
This basket is different, though.
It is completed, but
there are no colors,
no designs.
Just simple golden strands.
PAUSE
After a moment,
The woman speaks.
“This basket carries food,
Nourishment for our people.
It understands what the
Self needs to sustain.”
PAUSE
Holding the basket,
You close your eyes
And are flooded
With images of ways
To care for yourself.
Ways you’ve either ignored
or not known.
PAUSE
As you open your eyes,
The basket changes.
Designs of spiders, flowers,
Houses, trees, patterns, and more,
Appear on the basket.
PAUSE
After a moment,
The basket weaver speaks.
“The basket is yours,” she says.
“It will come with you always.
When you need to care for yourself,
Just look into it.
What you need will appear.”
PAUSE
Imagine, gingerly, running your fingers
Over the designs,
Knowing that they were created
Just for you.
Knowing that they hold the keys
To your well-being.
PAUSE
Now, envision closing your eyes again,
Breathing deeply, peacefully,
And seeing the basket
Weave its way into your consciousness,
So it is there,
With its contents,
Whenever you need or want it.
NAMASTE, BEAUTIFUL
