Imagine walking into a quiet Grove of willows, their branches flowing like soft curtains of light.

As you step beneath their embrace, grief begins to melt away and peace gently takes its place.

Settle into bed now.

Let your headrest comfortably.

Allow your body to sink into the support beneath you.

There is nothing to do, nowhere to be.

This is your time to rest.

Imagine yourself entering a Grove of tall Willow trees at twilight.

Their long, graceful branches sway gently, reaching toward you like soft curtains of light.

The air is cool, calm, and filled with compassion, inviting you to let go.

Let's begin with your breath.

Take a slow, deep breath in.

Feel your lungs expand as if the branches are lifting with you.

Hold it for a moment and exhale slowly, letting the Willow leaves carry your worries away.

Good, we'll do that again.

This time we'll countdown from 12:50 with each exhale.

Each number will take you deeper into peace, deeper into the Grove, deeper into rest.

Inhale, hold, Exhale 10.

Your shoulders soften like branches swaying free.

Inhale, hold, Exhale 9.

Sinking deeper, your body grows heavier.

Inhale, hold, Exhale 8.

The weight of the day begins to fade, carried away on the night breeze.

Inhale, hold, exhale.

7.

You are being gently pulled downward, as though settling into the soft grass beneath the trees.

Inhale, hold, exhale.

6 Every muscle loosens, melting deeper into stillness.

Inhale, hold, exhale.

5 You release the last bits of tension, letting the willows carried them away.

Inhale, hold, exhale for your thoughts slow, becoming as quiet as the pond in the center of the Grove.

Inhale, hold, Exhale 3 floating deeper now, as though the branches are cradling you.

Inhale, hold, exhale to everything soft, still at ease.

Inhale, hold.

Exhale 1.

You've arrived fully inside the Willow Grove, Safe, calm, and held in peace.

Now just let your breath continue naturally, without effort, without thought.

You are safe, you are calm, and the willows will hold you here in the stillness.

Imagine yourself now walking slowly into the heart of the Willow Grove.

The ground is soft beneath your feet, and the air is filled with the gentle rustle of leaves.

A golden mist floats in the twilight, wrapping you in quiet calm.

Ahead of you, a great Willow tree lowers its branches like a curtain, long and flowing, shimmering with moonlight.

As you step closer, the strands of Willow brush softly across your face, your arms, your body.

Their touch is cool, tender, almost like a blessing from nature.

And as you pass through, you feel the layer of weight lifting from you, carried away by the tree.

A little further on, another Willow drapes its branches downward, even thicker, even softer than the first.

You walk through this Bale of green and gold, and this time the branches release another layer of burden.

Thoughts you've been holding, sorrows you've been carrying slip away as the Willow embraces you.

1/3 Willow rises before you, its branches glowing faintly as if illuminated from within.

You.

Step into its hanging veil of leaves and the sensation of release deepens.

Your shoulders feel lighter, your chest opens.

It's as if the tree has taken your grief into its own roots, leaving you softer, calmer, freer.

Each Willow you pass through brings you deeper into stillness.

Each curtain of leaves carries you further into peace.

Each veil softens you more completely until you feel weightless, like a drifting leaf carried on the wind.

Finally, you step into the innermost circle of the Grove.

Here the branches open wide and the air is filled with silence and golden light.

You feel completely suspended, floating between earth and sky, grief and peace, past and present, all dissolving into quiet serenity.

Here in the Willow Grove, you are held.

You are safe.

You are at peace.

Now that you are resting in the heart of the Grove, notice the way the Willow branches hang all around you.

They sway gently in the night breeze, draping down like soft curtains and closing you in a sanctuary of compassion.

Here, in this stillness, you are safe enough to feel.

Take a moment now to gently turn inward.

Allow yourself to notice what you've been carrying.

Perhaps it is grief, sorrow, or an ache you rarely give yourself permission to touch.

You do not need to run from it here.

You do not need to fix it.

The Willows welcome all of you, every memory, every feeling, every unspoken word.

Maybe you feel it in your chest.

Maybe it rests in your throat, tight and unyielding.

Maybe it lingers like a shadow across your whole body.

However it appears, let it be here.

Let it rise.

Allow yourself to breathe into it.

As you exhale, imagine the Willow branches lowering even further, sweeping softly across your skin.

They brush your shoulders, your arms, your heart.

Each touch is tender, like a loving hand, and with every sweep they carry away a layer of heaviness.

Tears, if they come, are welcomed.

They are like rain for the willows, nourishing, sacred, natural.

Every tear released becomes light, shimmering on the pond, transformed into beauty before your eyes.

No notice the pond at the center of the Grove.

It's surface glows faintly, reflecting both the moonlight and your own emotions.

Imagine yourself stepping closer to it with each breath.

You allow a piece of your grief to drift into the water.

Watch as the pond ripples, gently glowing brighter with every offering, transforming pain into stillness and sorrow into light.

Feel the shift within you.

Give yourself permission to let go.

As your body grows lighter, your heart expands, as if creating space for compassion where grief once pressed down.

You are not losing what you loved, you are simply allowing the ache to soften, allowing yourself to be held.

The willows remind you bending is not breaking, tears are not weakness.

To feel is to heal.

And here, as the branches drape around you like 1000 tender arms, you remember that you are not alone.

You never were.

Let the Grove cradle you now.

Let the willows carry what you can no longer hold.

Let the pond reflect your light back to you.

Within this sacred space you are free to soften, free to release, free to rest.

Now think to yourself, I am safe to feel everything within me.

I am supported as I release what no longer serves me.

I am softening into compassion, peace and rest.

I am resilient, bending like the Willow, yet never breaking.

I am free to be held, free to heal, free to rest.

As you rest here beneath the Willow trees, let the sounds of the Grove surround you.

The soft rustling of branches creates a gentle melody swaying in the breeze, a lullaby from nature itself.

It is the timeless rhythm of the earth, whispering to you that you are safe, that you can let go now.

The night air is cool and soothing.

It flows across your skin like a loving hand, carrying with it the scent of damp earth, fresh grass, and the sweetness of blossoms nearby.

Every breath in gathers up your thoughts, your burdens, your grief, and every breath out releases them, letting them drift away on the breeze, dissolving into the night.

You are being cradled now by the wind, by the earth, by the willows themselves.

They bend to shelter you, to hold you, to remind you that you are not alone.

Your eyelids grow heavy, your body heavier still, as though the Grove itself is pulling you into its embrace.

And as you drift, the loving whispers of the willows lull you deeper and deeper into peace.

So now let go completely.

Let the wind carry you, Let the willows guard you.

Let the night embrace you.

Sleep now.

Sleep deeply, sleep peacefully.