Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - A Lazy Afternoon Tea
Episode Date: May 23, 2022Welcome back, sleepyheads. Tonight, we'll stroll through scenic gardens in an English park, finding our way to a peaceful cafe for a calming afternoon refreshment. Sound design: park ambience, bir...dsong, footsteps 🌳🐦👣 Narrator: Thomas Jones 🇬🇧 👀 Watch, listen and comment on this episode on our brand new Get Sleepy YouTube channel! And hit subscribe while you're there! :) Support Get Sleepy by Supporting our Sponsors - Novo. For powerfully simple business checking that's customized and optimized for your business, you need Novo. Sign up for FREE and get access to over $5000 in perks and discounts at novo.co/getsleepy. Check out other great products and deals from Get Sleepy sponsors: getsleepy.com/sponsors/ Support Us - Get Sleepy’s Premium Feed: https://getsleepy.com/support/. - Get Sleepy Merchandise: https://getsleepy.com/store. - Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/get-sleepy/id1487513861. Connect Stay up to date on all podcast news and even vote on upcoming episodes! - Website: https://getsleepy.com/. - Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/getsleepypod/. - Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/getsleepypod/. - Twitter: https://twitter.com/getsleepypod. About Get Sleepy Get Sleepy is the #1 story-telling podcast designed to help you get a great night’s rest. By combining sleep meditation with a relaxing bedtime story, each episode will guide you gently towards sleep. Get Sleepy Premium Get instant access to ad-free episodes, as well as the Thursday night bonus episode by subscribing to our premium feed. It's easy! Sign up in two taps! Get Sleepy Premium feed includes: Monday and Wednesday night episodes (with zero ads). The exclusive Thursday night bonus episode. Access to the entire back catalog (also ad-free). Exclusive sleep meditation episodes. Discounts on merchadise. We’ll love you forever. Get your 7-day free trial: https://getsleepy.com/support. Thank you so much for listening! Feedback? Let us know your thoughts! https://getsleepy.com/contact-us/. That’s all for now. Sweet dreams ❤️ 😴 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
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Tonight we'll be visiting a park in my home country of England on a rainy spring afternoon.
We'll enjoy a relaxing walk through its gardens admiring the asalias in full bloom, before heading to a cozy cafe for afternoon tea.
Sipping a cup of tea or coffee is one of those ordinary daily rituals we can easily take for granted.
we can easily take for granted. But these restful moments are important,
so it's good to slow down and really appreciate them.
Bedtime is another one of those special, peaceful moments,
when you can relax and enjoy the sensation of slowly drifting into sleep. If you like, take some time to make yourself comfortable.
When your pillow and blankets feel just right and you found the perfect comfy position.
Close your eyes.
Inhale deeply, feeling your chest rise.
Then exhale slowly. Notice how your body relaxes as the air flows out.
This state of rest comes naturally. Let your breathing guide you and trust that you'll soon fall asleep.
And as you breathe, imagine this scene. It's a fresh spring day, somewhere in the south of England.
It rained earlier, but now the sun has come out.
You're walking slowly along a dirt trail in a vast hilly park, which is filled with oak trees as far as the eye can see. The weather today is typical for this time of year in England. At the moment it feels pleasantly warm, but it won't be long before the
clouds return, along with light showers and a cool breeze, carrying the scent of damp
earth and spring flowers. As you walk through the park this afternoon, the sun is shining, casting a soft light through
drifting clouds.
For now, you're enjoying the gentle warmth while it lasts. You can see some dark grey clouds on the horizon, scudding over distant tree tops.
But you don't mind if it rains.
You've come prepared with a raincoat and sturdy umbrella.
You also know there's a cafe in the middle of the park where you can take shelter if necessary
and maybe stop for a cup of tea.
Besides the frequent rain in England has its advantages. Looking around you now, you notice just how green everything is. Every blade
of grass is a deep, rich emerald, and all the leaves of the trees are just as vibrant. When the sun hides behind the clouds, all these shades of green remain bright and beautiful,
full of life, and it's all thanks to the nourishing effects of the rain. The other people in the park have also come prepared for changeable weather.
There's a family of four with matching raincoats and an elderly couple wearing hooded
jackets and muddy Wellington boots. Most of the paths here are dirt and quickly turn to mud when it rains, so everyone's
wearing sensible shoes. In some areas the wild sprawling park resembles the countryside.
From where you're walking, all you can see is infinite open space, with countless trees
spread out over the grassy slopes.
The only sounds are the bird song and the light wind rustling the leaves.
When you breathe in you notice just how fresh the air is.
This encourages you to take slow, deep breaths and to walk at a gentle pace. You find yourself switching from a brisk stride
to a relaxed stroll so you can take in all the sights and sounds of nature. It's not long before the sunlight fades and the sky clouds over.
You feel a cool, refreshing breeze and zip up your raincoat.
And then, moments later, the rain begins. You smile to yourself as you put up your umbrella
thinking that this is typical spring weather. The sun will probably be back soon.
But for now you're happy to walk in the rain, listening to the soothing pitter-patter on
your umbrella.
At the moment, it's just a light drizzle.
As you walk on twirling the handle of the umbrella. You become aware of a blower of colour and movement to your left.
It's a herd of fallow deer grazing in the long grass.
They don't seem to be too bothered by the rain either.
Although they could easily seek shelter under the branches of a nearby oak tree, they
remain standing out in the open.
There must be at least 20 deer all grouped together.
You pause for a moment to watch them.
There's something gentle, yet deliberate about their movements as they search for the perfect
patch of grass, moving in slow motion. A buck with majestic antlers lifts his head and looks in your direction.
You once read that deer have lived in this park for hundreds of years, often coming into close contact with human visitors.
This one doesn't seem to mind your presence as he continues to chew slowly.
He does this over and over again with a single mouthful of grass. It might be considered a laborious way to eat, but maybe the deer
are naturally mindful. They know there's no rush, and they savor everyite. Perhaps the grass tastes particularly good in the rain, you think. Soft, fresh,
and first quenching. You're just about to walk on when you catch a scent in the breeze. It's the damp, musty smell of the deer, the scent of wet
fur. You sniff the air, then breathe in deeply, wondering what it reminds you of. There's something strangely familiar and comforting about the smell.
Then with another deep breath you realize what it is.
It's the scent of a farm, earthy and distinctive. You're not quite sure why this smell resonates with you,
but it does. For a moment, your senses are heightened as you feel even more aware of your surroundings. The deer, the light rain and the soft earth beneath
your feet all feel intensely rich and real. Part of you is tempted to linger here, watching the deer in the rain.
But you're also curious to see what lies further ahead.
As you follow the path down the slope, you notice the dense row of trees at the bottom.
Everywhere else the trees are scattered and spread far apart, but the area in front of
you looks like a small grove or woodland.
Then as you get closer you spot the iron railings around the trees.
It seems to be some kind of fenced off garden within the park.
At first, you think this area must be private, a special plantation or even the garden of someone's home.
This park is so huge that there might well be a few houses hidden away.
Centuries ago royalty and aristocracy had country homes and hunting lodges in this area.
Perhaps someone still lives here in a historic house in the middle of the park.
But just as you're getting lost in your daydreams, you notice someone emerging from the trees.
There's a gate in the railings and a woman and her dog are coming through it, moving
in your direction.
The woman holds an umbrella in one hand and the dog's lead in the other.
She's being pulled along by an energetic Irish setter with damp reddish brown fur.
The dog seems delighted to be out in the rain and happy to meet you on the path.
The woman has to tug firmly on the lead to prevent the dog from greeting you of a little
too much enthusiasm.
Laughing, she explains that her dog has a tendency to greet strangers as though they were
old friends. And she wouldn't want you to get covered in wet muddy paw prints.
As you stop to give the dog a pat, you ask the woman about the gated garden.
It's open to the public, she explains.
The garden is famous for its asalias and roaded undrons.
There's also a lovely cafe, not too far from the entrance.
You thank the woman and watch as she and her dog continue in the opposite direction up the hill.
They're probably heading home to avoid getting too muddy in the rain,
but you've decided to explore the garden and hopefully
locate the cafe. Although the rain is still light for the time being, the thought of a
cup of tea indoors is very tempting indeed.
Still, now that you're here, you might as well take a quick look around.
You pull back the latch on the gate and enter the garden.
It's a pleasant surprise to find yourself here. During your long walk through the park, you must have veered off track, as you didn't
know this place existed, but you're happy to have the opportunity to explore somewhere
new. The trees and foliage are dense here, creating narrow winding trails.
Some of the low hanging branches arch over the path, creating a kind of leafy ceiling that offers some shelter from the rain.
You become aware of the sound of the rain drops, not just on your umbrella, but also on
the leaves above your head.
Sometimes it seems like a single, steady drip, but there are moments when you can discern subtle
patterns.
In some places the rainfall resembles a quick drumbeat, but on certain leaves the drops
seem slower and softer.
It's not just one sound you realize, but many, and it varies from moment to moment, full grows lighter or heavier or is blown by the wind.
You walk on through the tunnel of trees, listening to the soothing sound of the falling rain,
and the dull echo of your footsteps on the trail. It's a mixture of soil and gravel which prevents the path
from becoming too muddy. Even so, you're glad you're wearing your comfortable waterproof
shoes, as the rain shows no signs of stopping. On your way through the garden you keep an eye
out for spring flowers. So far you've mainly noticed thick profusions of leafy shrubs and bushes, as well as some sturdy old oaks and elegant beach trees.
This garden feels so peaceful and is full of lush greenery, but there's no sign of flowers
just yet. You're hoping to find the Azavias that the woman mentioned, as this is the
season when they're at their best. But you wouldn't know where to look, and the garden
is starting to feel like a maze, as the path twists and turns. The idea of the asalias lingers in your mind as you
walk on. You can't remember exactly what they look like, but you find yourself focusing on the evocative beauty of the word.
There's something musical about the looting rhythm of the name, Azavia.
And then, just as you're reflecting on the word, you find the flower itself, not just one, but hundreds,
or even thousands of pink and purple asalias.
The Garden Path has brought you to a clearing.
In the middle is an oval-shaped pond, surrounded by towering as avia bushes in full bloom.
The bushes seem to bend under the weight of the flowers and the rain, hanging over the pond.
The lower branches and petals almost skim the surface of the water.
You stand beside the pond, spellbound by the beauty of the scene. While it continues to rain, a single ray of sunlight
streams through the trees, illuminating to vibrant bursts of magenta.
Some of the colours are so dazzlingly vivid that they hardly seem real. It's as though you're seeing the colour pink for the very first time.
Perhaps this is how it felt for people watching the first technicolor films
after years of black and white.
This magnificent display of pink and purple is mirrored in the calm surface of the pond. You watch the raindrops fall into the water, creating gentle ripples in the reflection. Gazing into the water, the flowers look like something from a dream
wild. But looking up directly at the bushes, the asalias become wonderfully real once more. You allow yourself to linger in this tranquil spot for a while longer, loned by the sound
of the rain on the pond, and captivated by the dreamy atmosphere.
Standing here alone, admiring the Asalias, it feels as though you've somehow conjured this place into being.
You have the pond and the flowers entirely to yourself, and in this moment the garden might belong to you.
This is another advantage of the rainy weather, you think.
If the sun was out, the garden would probably be full of visitors, keen to catch a glimpse
of the Azaleas during their brief period of spring glory.
But it seems as though everyone else has left, allowing you to enjoy the privilege of this
special moment.
Eventually you decide that you're ready to walk on.
You find yourself walking more slowly and carefully than before, as though tiptoeing away
from a sacred place.
You're now more conscious of the fact that you seem to be the only person here.
Instinctively, you want to be as quiet and respectful of your surroundings as possible.
You like the idea of fading into the background, the sounds of your movements mingling with the wind and the rain until they're indistinguishable from each other.
the winding path, you think of the word as alia once more and smile to yourself. From now on this name will be evocative in a new way, reminding you of the dreamy place
you discovered so unexpectedly on a rainy spring day. The rain isn't getting heavier, but it
doesn't seem to be getting any lighter either. As much as you're enjoying the
walk, you're also looking forward to drying off indoors, as soon as you find the cafe.
You remember the woman saying it wasn't far from the entrance,
so perhaps you should retrace your steps.
But after walking a little further, you discover that the path takes you right there.
Not far from the Asalia pond is an elegant white building which resembles a small country
house.
It might be the setting for a Jane Austen novel. You half expect to see a horse and carriage draw
up by the front door. But even though you can't see a sign, you're sure this must be the
cafe that the woman mentioned. Looking through the window, you can see lace curtains and the warm glow
of a ceiling lamp. The cafe looks wonderfully inviting and it's
appeared at the perfect moment, just as you were starting to crave a break from the rain.
You walk up to the door and turn the brass handle, leaving your umbrella to dry off in the
stand by the entrance. There are a few other umbrellas there too, which suggests you're not the only visitor.
Perhaps this is why you had the asalias to yourself.
The few other visitors to the garden on this rainy day, decided to head for cover in the
cafe. As you enter, you wipe your feet on the map,
then hang up your wet jacket on a hook near the door. Inside, the first thing you notice is a comforting sensation of warmth.
The central heating must be switched on.
You can tell not just from the temperature, but also from a distinctive scent. Somehow, the warmth of the radiators has its own toasty smell and heightens the other
sense in the air.
There's a pleasant floral fragrance as well as the mingling aromas of tea and coffee in
the next room.
As you breathe in these comforting sense, you reflect on how good it feels to be somewhere
warm and dry.
You walk down the hall and turn into the open doorway that leads to the main room.
The cafe resembles a cozy, old-fashioned living room with a couple of sofas and a fireplace.
Only two of the tables are occupied.
There's a mother and her teenage daughter chatting over a pot of tea in the corner, and
a woman reading by the window.
A smartly dressed waiter comes to greet you and says you can take your pick of the tables.
You decide to take the sofa near the window on the far side of the room, as its strike
shoe is the most comfortable and scenic spot. A moment later, sinking into the soft cushions, you feel you made the right choice.
The sofa is even more comfortable than it looks. And from here, you have a lovely view of another side of the garden.
Next to neat flower beds are colorful shrubs and wild, dripping lavender bushes that sway
in the wind and rain.
When the waiter comes to take your order, you ask him about the history of the cafe.
It reminds you of an old country house.
That's exactly what it once was, says the waiter. A few hundred years ago, this area would have
been part of the countryside. The cafe was originally a secluded family home, surrounded
by acres of fields and woodland. Over time, large parts of the land were sectioned off and eventually turned
into one large park. But while other boundaries disappeared, this house and garden remained remained encircled by iron railings as they were still private property.
Although no one lives here anymore, the house remains almost unchanged.
The waiter draws your attention to the old fashioned wooden shutters by the windows, and the antique
great in the fireplace.
These are original details, he explains.
Later, you're welcome to explore the other rooms, where you'll notice many historical
features. This building could be considered
a kind of museum as well as a cafe.
The gardens have a history too. Many of the planting arrangements are based on the original layout from the 18th century,
including the Asalia pond.
Some say it was designed by the original owner as a tribute to his wife when they were
newlyweds.
There's no evidence for this, the waiter adds with a smile, but it's
a nice idea. The asalias are so beautiful, especially at this time of year, that it's
easy to believe there's some romantic explanation for the garden. Then again, maybe the
asalias are romantic enough in themselves, and there's no need for a story.
The waiter hands you the menu and apologizes for getting carried away with his history of the house.
Not at all you reply. You're happy to have learnt something and to see that you're not
the only one who appreciates the asalias. The waiter nods and chuckles.
In the spring, tourists usually flock here to see the flowers in bloom.
In a way, he says, you've been lucky with the rainy weather today. It's a rare treat to experience the garden in such peace and quiet.
After taking your order, the waiter returns just a scone with jam and clotted cream, a
traditional English afternoon tea.
He thanked him as he neatly arranges everything on the table in front of you. Suddenly you realise how hungry you are.
Or perhaps it's just a craving for something sweet. On its own, the scone doesn't work
like anything special. It resembles a roughly shaped bread roll. But once you've cut it in half and
spread a generous layer of jam and cream, the scone is transformed into a delicious dessert
which goes wonderfully with a cup of tea.
Once the part of loose leaf tea has sat for a few minutes,
you pour it over the strainer into a delicate porcelain cup.
After breathing in deeply, you take a sip.
The tea is the perfect temperature, hot but the blend of sweet cream and tangy strawberry jam. This is just what you need it.
Glancing out the window, you see that the rain is heavier now, coming down in sheets.
that the rain is heavier now, coming down in sheets. The glass is misting up and you can't admire the view, you can still enjoy this
moment resting on the sofa and listening to the rhythmic drumming of the rain. There's something hypnotic about the sound and you could happily sit here for
the rest of the afternoon. You feel so at ease in this cozy, that it's almost like being at home. This place was once somebody's
home, you remember, and perhaps it hasn't really changed. People have been drinking tea in this room for centuries.
First, as a living room, and now as a cafe.
This sense of continuity creates a warm, welcoming atmosphere.
You close your eyes and sigh happily.
In this moment, you feel a sense of connection with this place, and with it a feeling of comfort.
Still listening to the rain, you sink into a state of deep relaxation,
deep relaxation and drift into peaceful daydreams. ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... I'm going to go to the next room. ... ... you you