Pocket Mouse Collection: Sample Transcripts

Sleep — The Sleep Fairy

The sun has gone down, and the moon shines bright in the night sky. You have brushed your teeth, probably a little faster than you should have, but you plan to brush them twice as long tomorrow. Supposedly, you were told a million times to put your pajamas on, though you think that might not be entirely true. You only heard it three times and three is a lot less than a million. Anyway, you finally pulled on your pajamas, and now you’re lying in bed, wondering why everyone thinks you need to sleep. You wish you could just stay up playing all night long.

You take a deep breath in through your nose, watching your tummy puff out like a balloon, and then let it out through your mouth, long and strong. You guess that if your room was made of straw, you could blow the whole thing down with your breath, just like the Big Bad Wolf.

As you push the last of the air out of your lungs, your pajamas begin to shimmer and shine like glittery glow in the dark paint! These pajamas have never done this before! Did your family use a new kind of laundry detergent? Should you scream for help? Should you take them off and toss these strange fluorescent pjs out the window?

Maybe this is all in your imagination. Reminding yourself not to panic, you close your eyes and take another deep breath in through your nose, and let it out through your mouth. But when you open your eyes, the pajamas are still glowing! And now they have lifted you in to the air, where you hover magically above your bed. These pajamas must be magic. But how? Why?

You remember the two deep breaths you just took. Could that be it? What will happen if you take another one? Your curiosity gets the better of you. You take a third deep breath in through your nose, and then, cautiously let it out through your mouth. As you do, a hole appears in the air before you. It leads to a bright glowing tunnel, swirling with all the colors of the rainbow. It’s a portal to another world. You just know it. Do you dare go in?

You consider your options and decide that entering a portal to another world is infintely more exciting than going to sleep, so you swim your arms through the air, and push yourself in with a WHOOOSH.

You see all kinds of images fly by as you whiz through the tunnel: a confused unicorn surrounded by a field of ribbons, a dragon wincing in pain at its burnt talons, a witch on a broomstick losing her balance and falling off. Is that an elf baking a shoe in an oven? Everything is moving much too fast to get a good look.

Then suddenly you tumble out of the tunnel onto a soft patch of moss, so bouncy, it’s almost like a mattress. When your head stops spinning, you stand up and look around. You’re in a beautiful forest, but not just any forest. From the trees, instead of leaves, sheets and blankets blow from the branches. The petals on flowers are made of tiny pillows. And the forest animals don’t look like real animals, but instead like stuffed animals. A small yellow teddy bear peeks its head around a tree, then scurries away. You scramble after it, maybe it can help you.

You follow the teddy bear through the forest of blanket trees into a clearing where a cottage is lit by moonlight. What a strange cottage though. It’s shaped just like a bed. From a chimney in the headboard billows soft puffs of smoke. Someone must be home. But who would live in such a place? And where is the entrance? Just then you notice the yellow teddy bear dash into a door in the part of the house that looks like the bed ruffle.

Upon reaching the door, you ring the doorbell, which plays the tune to “Rock-a-bye baby.” After a moment, the door swings open and before you stands a real live fairy. Her moon white hair shimmers magically against her midnight black skin. Her pupils are shaped like stars and twinkle brightly. But her face is filled with worry, and her iridescent wings, each marked with the letter Z, twitch nervously about.

She’s about your height, not three inches tall as you would expect, and you wonder briefly if you have shrunk to fairy size. But you don’t have time to consider this for long because the fairy suddenly embraces you in an excited hug.

“Finally!” She exclaims, “You’re here! What took you so long?”

You don’t really know how to answer this. She’s been waiting for YOU? How could this be? You don’t even know this fairy’s name.

As if she’s read your mind, the fairy says, “Oh, excuse my manners. I’m Snora Van Snoozerson, sleep fairy of Funderland. But you can call me Snora. Do come in. You must have so many questions.”

That is the understatement of century you think to yourself. The amount of questions you have could fill a cruise ship. For starters, what is Funderland and why are you here? But you keep quiet as you follow Snora down a hall, where all sorts of stuffed animals: bears, bunnies, dogs, kittens, even a stuffed octopus, come out of the doorways to investigate you.

In the kitchen, Snora busies herself making some tea that somehow smells exactly like the sunset. You didn’t even know the sunset had a smell, but as soon as you smell it, you recognize it instantly. You take a minute to look around. Everything seems to be made of pillows, even the stove! The entire house is like the inside of one of your pillow forts. The lights are all shaped like the moon and stars, and all the artwork in the house is of people and animals sleeping.

Suddenly, the loud sound of snoring booms through the room. You search for the source until you realize it’s the sound of the tea kettle boiling. Snora turns off the stove and brings you the tea. You sit down on what else, pillows, at a table made from bedtime story books. You sip your tea politely and oh it tastes just like the sunset too!

“So... where am I?” You finally gather the courage to ask. “And what am I doing here?”

“Well,” Snora begins, “You’re in Sleepy Glen in Funderland, which is one of seven fantasy lands. The other six are: Punderland, Blunderland, Thunderland, Sunderland, Underwearland.... and oh, what is the other one?” She taps her head trying to remember.

“Uhh Wonderland?” You offer.

“Yes! Thank you, how could I forget? Anyway, I’m in charge of sleep in Funderland. Every night, I sprinkle a bit of my magic fairy sleep dust over every living creature here, so they can get a good night’s sleep. The trouble is, a giant came along while I was out, and ate up my entire supply of sleep dust. Giants are lazy, you see, and sometimes they try to get out of doing work by sleeping for several weeks at a time. As a result, nobody else in Funderland has been able to sleep for weeks.”

“Uh that sounds great,” you say. “More time for everyone to have fun.”

“Oh no no no,” Snora says nearly spitting out her tea. “It’s a complete disaster. Everyone is too exhausted to function. The elves are so tired they can’t seem to remember whether they’re making shoes, or toys, or cookies! The dragons keep burning themselves instead of their dinners. The witches keep falling off their broomsticks. And the unicorns, who usually make rainbows with their magic horns, accidentally made it RAIN BOWS. So now half the countryside is covered in bow ties.”

“Oh,” you say, recalling some of the images you saw in the portal, “That does sound messy. But can’t you just make more dust?”

“Well I can and I will, but I don’t have the ingredients and I can’t leave here because if that giant wakes up—“ She points out the window through the trees, where you can just see the nose of a sleeping giant poking out, “He’s going to be grumpy, so I’ll need to be here to cast a calming spell. That’s why I need you to collect the supplies.”

“Me? But I don’t know anything about sleeping powder!”

“Sleeping dust,” Snora corrects you, “And don’t worry, I made you a list. All you have to do is find these things and put them in here!” She hands you a silky pillow case, and begins to usher you out the door.

You glance down at the list, confused. “Eleven pounds of counting sheeps’ wool. A sweet dream? Well how do I know where to find this stuff?”

“Teddita will be your guide! Not a moment to lose!” And with that, Snora shuts the front door and leaves you bewildered.

The yellow teddy bear you saw before taps you gently on the leg with her stuffed paw. This must be Teddita. Before you can ask her, she scampers off down a trail through the woods, and you scramble to keep up. For having short legs stuffed with cotton, she is incredibly fast. You travel through the nighttime forest of Sleepy Glen for what seems like ages before bursting into a meadow, filled with brilliant sunshine. You squint in surprise at the glaring light and glance back at the forest still in night. How is that even possible? What a strange world.

You look down at the list, number one: twenty daisies from Midday Meadow. This ought to be easy, you think to yourself. But when you look around, you don’t see daisies, or any flowers at all for that matter. But, wait a second... what is that movement in the grass? You approach carefully and look down.

To your surprise, you find hundreds of letter Z’s, about the size of mice, dancing, jumping, tumbling through the grass. They seem to be having some sort of party. How odd. You think about the letter z for a moment. It’s a symbol for sleep. People always say they need to “catch some z’s” when they’re going to bed but, these z’s aren’t helping anyone sleep at night. They’re out here enjoying themselves in the sunshine. And suddenly it dawns on you: Z’s from the daytime! DAY Z’s. These are the daisies on the list. Quickly, you catch twenty z’s and stuff them in the pillowcase, pleased with yourself for being so clever.

Teddita is pleased too. She claps her furry paws together soundlessly. You’d like to rest here a moment, as you’re feeling a bit tired, but Teddita is off again like a flash. This time she leads you out of Midday Meadow and back into night, where you travel over moonlit hills to a quaint farm where sheep jump a fence. As each one jumps over, it bleats out a number. Fifty eighhhhhht. Fifty niiiiiine. Oh these are the counting sheep!

You look at the list. How on earth are you supposed to get eleven pounds of wool from these sheep? You don’t have anything with which to cut. You look down at Teddita. “Have you got any shears?” Teddita shakes her head remorsefully.

You shrug and figure you’ll just have to ask. “Excuse me!” you call out. A few of the sheep turn to you annoyed.

“Shhhhh. You’ll mess up the count!” they say.

You look around and notice an old black sheep sitting by herself to the side, watching the other sheep count. Upon getting closer, you can see that she’s knitting with wool.

“Uh sorry to bother you, Ms. Sheep, but do you have any extra wool?” She ignores you. Teddita tugs at your pajama leg and hums a tune. You recognize it. What is that tune? Suddenly, you remember.

You clear your throat and address her in your best singing voice: “Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?”

“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.” The black sheep smiles and points to a barn where three bags of wool sit in the doorway.

Breath — Resting in the Stars

Get comfortable and cozy. Flop your legs around and then find them a good spot to let them relax. Thrash your arms, twist your wrist, bend your elbows and wiggle your fingers all at the same time. Whip your arms like loose noodles, and then let them relax. Shake your head and scrunch your shoulders.

Take a deep breath in and let out a sigh as you squirm into a comfortable place. Be stillness.

Breathe in and out, letting all the worries of the day rise up and out as you exhale.

What bothered you today? Who annoyed you? When were you not your best self?

Let it all go knowing tomorrow will be easier with a full night's sleep.

Now, think of a time you felt loved or cared for, or maybe a time you were kind to someone else.

How do these moments make you feel? Warm? Happy? Powerful? Let the memories flood your body. Can you feel the love in your toes? In your fingertips? Does it make your lips curl into a smile? Does it tickle the end of your nose?

Let this feeling fill you up. Feel it spreading through your lungs and surging out to every part of your body. Feel it travel to your brain with the calming knowing that whatever happens, you will be all right.

Inhale and as you exhale, imagine the warmth or joy or love that you are feeling rising out through your mouth. Imagine it flying out to all people in your life. Your family, your friends, your teachers and neighbors, even strangers you pass on the street, imagine them smiling and not knowing why.

Stillness — Clay

Let's begin by finding a comfortable place to lie down. You can dim the lights if you like. If you have any last wiggles you need to get out, gently shake them out now. Stretch in all the places that feel tight or wherever it feels good.

Settle into a comfortable position and find some stillness, moving at your own pace. Get cozy under a blanket or a light sheet, if that feels nice.

Now close your eyes, and take a deep breath in. Let it all out. One more time, inhale and exhale.

Take a moment to notice your thoughts. Are you thinking about something that happened today? Are you wondering how things will go tomorrow?

Notice your feelings. Are you glad? Peaceful? Sad? Frustrated? Excited?

Do you feel sleepy or energized?

Do you wish that you could stay up a little longer?

Simply notice what's drawing your attention. Whatever you are thinking or feeling now, is just right. Let your mind and heart wander wherever they want to go.

Let's bring your attention back to your breath, to where you are now. Take a deep inhale, and exhale. As you breathe, feel yourself start to let go of these thoughts and feelings. Let go of the ups and downs you went through today. Let go of the things you puzzled over, wondered about. Feel yourself say goodbye to the day and hello to a restful night's sleep. Goodbye busy thoughts, goodbye worries, goodbye sunshine, and playtime and school. Hello, cozy bed. Hello, fluffy pillow. Hello, soft pajamas.

Now imagine that your bed is made of clay. At first, it feels a bit hard and earthlike, but with each breath you take, with each second that passes, the clay grows softer and softer from the warmth of your body.

Inhale, softer and softer. Exhale, softer and softer.

The clay softens so much that you could pick up a handful and easily roll it into a smooth ball.

As it warms and softens, the clay molds easily to your shape. Feel yourself grow heavy. Relax into the clay deeper, and deeper. Let it carry every ounce of you. Inhale, the clay softens under you. Exhale, it spreads to support you.

Feel the clay soften and spread under your head, your neck, your shoulders. What color is the clay? Maybe it's a warm orange, or a cool blue, or an earthy shade of brown, or tan.

Maybe, it changes colors depending on your mood or undulates through waves of different colors. It can be any color you imagine. It can even be clear. Just a magical, invisible clay that you appear to float on.

Feel the clay soften and spread under your arms. … your back, your hips, your thighs.

It molds to each contour of your unique and special body. The backs of your knees, your right calf, ankle, and foot. Your left calf, ankle and foot. Feel it support your fingers and toes.

Gratitude — Sleepy Cloud

Lie comfortably in bed, roll your shoulders around, and let out a sigh. Close your eyes and breathe in deeply.

Let it go. Just lie still for a moment, doing nothing. Just being here in your bed, breathing easily, being you. Just be.

Turn your attention to the tips of your toes. Notice how they feel. Without judgment, simply notice.

Notice your feet, your heels, and your ankles. Consider how often you use them.

Notice your calves and your shins. Feel grateful for how they help you stand on your tiptoes to reach high things. How they help you jump.

Consider your knees, how easily they bend. Be grateful for your legs. Be grateful for your thighs and hips, how they help you balance and walk.

Notice all the feelings in your legs, the sensations, and little tingles. Whatever you feel, simply notice without thinking that any sensations are bad or good. Notice and feel thankful for your legs and all that they do for you.

Be thankful of your internal systems that keep you healthy. Be grateful for your stomach and all of your organs.

Notice your lower back. Do not judge how things feel. Just notice and be grateful for the work your body does as you play and learn and live.

Notice your ribs that protect you. Observe your heart as it beats, steady and true.

Feel grateful that you have nerves to feel, a body to live in, and a brain to make sense of it all.

Notice your neck and your head and your face. Where are you holding tension or stiffness? Where are you relaxed?

Do not judge any feelings or try to fix them. Just notice how you feel right now, at this moment.

Breathe easily, noticing your whole body. This is your body right now.

Just as your muscles can tighten without you thinking too much about it, trust that they can relax without you thinking too much about it.

Notice your shoulders and your arms. Notice your elbows and your hands. Notice your fingers.

What amazing things hands are. How many things can your hands do? So many things.

Think of the feeling of holding hands with someone who makes you feel safe, with someone who trusts you too. Hold that feeling for a moment. And then breathe it out, sending that calmness out into the world.

Breathe in and exhale, releasing calm peace to the world. In…

Empathy — The Colorless Rainbow

You lay in your bed and look up at the shadows your night light makes. You really like looking at shadows but you were told it's time to close your eyes and relax your body, except your eyes won't stay closed. You try taking a deep breath and then blowing it out, like you are the sky making wind. Sometimes that helps, but not tonight. You like being the wind though, so you take another deep breath. When you let it out, you hear the actual wind. That’s strange, you think, since you’re in your bedroom and it’s not a very windy night.

You look down and notice that the colorful stripes on your pajamas are shimmering. Even more interesting, you appear to be floating over your bed!

You take a third deep breath. As you let it out, a rainbow-colored pajama portal appears. You're not quite sure what to make of that, but you’re curious so you float closer. Ever the adventurer, you decide you’re going to have to go through, no two ways about it. You dive your arms in and with a WHOOSH, you’re whizzing through the portal.

The pajama portal seems like it should be scary or exciting or both. But it's just, cozy. The wind brushes lightly across your face, like a blankey snuggled up to your chin. You open your eyes and holy moly there are amazing things to see! A school of rainbow-colored monkey fish “ooh ooh aah aah” pass, Goldilocks and The Three Bears play ring-around-the-rosy, and a frog dunks a basketball!

Then you are out of the portal and in soft grass. Except it's not grass, but feathers the color of every possible shade of red, blue, and yellow. The field of feathers leads to a maze of colorful tunnels that stretch far and wide and up to the sky towards the biggest rainbow ever.

But it's not a rainbow. It's like someone drew the lines and didn't fill in any colors. You feel a twinge of sadness. Then you hear someone go “pssssttt” in a very quiet but loud whisper. You look away from the not-a-rainbow and see an adult-sized Griffyn coming out of the red tunnel in the center of the maze. The Griffin's lion body is pink, with green polka-dots. Its eagle head is red with a blue streak.

It might be the silliest-looking creature ever, but it looks very serious as it gestures with a polka-dot talon. You hurry towards the Griffin, but before you enter the tunnel, you have one question. Well, you have lots of questions, but you ask the first one that comes into your head: “Is this a land of colorful tunnels?” The Griffin squawks, “I knew you were right for this job,” then it turns on its hind claws.

You are puzzled. How you could be right for the job if you are only a kid and don't have a job? And holy moly! There's even more colorful tunnels inside, and those tunnels connect to other tunnels! The red tunnel opens into a long hallway that’s dark, but still kind of light, like your room at bedtime. Along the hallway, beds hang from the tunnel-ceiling like hammocks.

The Griffin walks on tip-talons. You do the same with your toes. You see all different creatures sleeping in the hammock-beds. The Three Little Pigs snuggle with the Big (apparently not-so-Bad) Wolf, in a hay hammock-bed. And a real-life unicorn sleeps in a…

Inspiration — Snuggle Nest

Snuggle nest.

Let's begin by lying down. Let out a calm sigh.

Feel how nice it is to lie down at the end of your day. Take a deep breath and prepare to let go and listen to this relaxing meditation. Breathe in and out. In and out. Let out another deep sigh. Close your eyes easily. Try not to squelch them or squash them closed. Sometimes it helps to wiggle your nose around a bit to free up the muscles of your face.

Try that with your eyes closed. Wiggle your nose around and feel the muscles in your face relax.

Notice if there are any uncomfortable or electric type feelings in your arms and legs. If there are, try shaking or kicking them out. Wiggle and jiggle your arms and legs for a few seconds to get those squirmy feelings out. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, great job.

Now, relax everything. Just let yourself be like a rock or a log or the pillows on your bed. Be easily still, unmoving, but not tight. Take a nice deep breath and let it out. Feels nice. Breathe in and out. Inhale and let out one last freeing sigh. Good. Breathe easily.

Take a moment and think about your day. How did it go? Notice, does your mind jump to the good things that happen today or the bad things, or a mix of things?

There isn't a right or wrong answer. It's just good to notice how your mind works. If you thought of something good from your day, turn your mind to something that didn't go quite right.

If you thought of something sad that happened, try to turn your mind to something good. If you thought of something from the afternoon, try thinking of something from the morning.

Notice how you can shift your focus. It's good to remember. Take a moment and simply watch your thoughts. Just notice what comes to mind. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Breathe easily.

Think of something that didn't go quite right today or something that you're worried about. Take a nice deep inhale and as you let out your breath, let out the worry or anxious feelings. Watch whatever you're thinking about float up, up, up and away. Find another worry in your mind. Breathe in and whoosh, let it go.

Imagine the worry carried away on your breath, up, up and out disappearing into thin air until all you notice is the fresh, clean air that's entering your lungs. You don't need to worry about your worries. For now, this moment, this meditation, this good night's sleep, you are better off without them.

Feel the weight of your body in your bed. Notice how your bed holds you. You are safe and cannot fall.

Imagine you are in a beautiful forest. Sunlight streams down between the branches and rich full green leaves. It is warm here and safe. As you walk along, you hear birds and the gentle whisper of the wind through the leaves. It's a beautiful day.

Imagine a nice, soft, deep green moss covering a perfect nook in a perfect tree, just the kind of secret spot you always wanted. The perfect place to build a soft, warm napping nest. For the base, you gather sticks and fallen branches. You effortlessly stack them this way and that, easily bending them into the perfect base for your nest.

Awareness — The Troll Who Lost Her Appetite

You lie back in your bed. It’s been a long day and it feels nice to be in your cozy pajamas. You wiggle a little to get comfortable. You wiggle your toes and feet, getting your squirms out. You shake your legs and hips. You shift and roll your shoulders, letting go of any tension and tightness. You roll and rock your head a little. Ahhh, that feels nice.

You take a deep breath in, filling with a fresh and easy feeling. You exhale with a big sigh, letting go of any worries from your day. You let go of everything that didn’t go quite right, of all of the things you wish you had said or done, of all the things you wish you hadn’t said or done.

Suddenly, you feel a gentle tingling that seems to be coming from your pajamas. You look down and notice that your pajamas are glowing bright with warm, healing light. How strange and wonderful you think to yourself.

You take another deep breath in and this time when you breathe out, you begin to float up out of your bed. Even stranger and more wonderful! Well, now you must know, what will happen if you take a third deep breath?

You take a nice full breath in, and push it all out. A portal suddenly opens up right in your very own room. It’s filled with a rainbow of colors that twinkle and swirl around. Feeling relaxed from all those deep breaths, you casually float over to the portal and dip your toes in. It’s like dipping your feet into a sun-warmed lake. You paddle yourself further in and then with a WHOOSH, you’re flying through the portal.

Strange sounds swirl all around you, loud crunching and slippery slurping and mushy gnawing. Before you know it, you’re gently deposited onto a lush green hillside with thick soft grass and tufts of wildflowers. The portal disappears and there’s only the peaceful countryside that surrounds you.

You hear the gentle chirp of crickets coming out to play, the croak of a friendly bullfrog, and the “hoo, hoo,” of an owl just waking for the night. You feel a gentle breeze on your cheeks as you listen to the nighttime sounds. But what’s that? Crying? Sniffling?

As you turn around on the hillside, looking for where the sniffles and cries are coming from, you spot what looks like a large moss-covered boulder shaking and rocking back and forth. As you get closer, you realize the boulder is alive. It’s made of grey crusty skin and mossy green fur, with tufts of greenish-brown hair, and big bushy eyebrows. It has a large brown knapsack. You might be afraid, except that the boulder looks to be sobbing and munching absentmindedly on popped acorns while clutching a well-loved teddy bear. Why, it’s not a boulder at all, but a very young troll, maybe just two or three. As the troll spies you watching her, she sniffles and wipes her nose with her arm.

“You didn’t see me cry,” she says. “Trolls don’t cry.” “No, of course not,” you reply in a comforting tone. “I don’t normally get upset,” she says, popped acorns spilling from her mouth, “It’s just that it’s bed time and I’ve lost…oh dear, how could I ever sleep without it? It’s my favorite trolly trait.”

Restoration — The Wilted Beanstalk

Night has arrived, and the sky is dark, except for moonlight filtered through the clouds. You should be sound asleep by now, but your eyes are wide open. Your brain is filled with thoughts about the day. Plus, it's a windy night, and the branches on the apple tree outside are creaking loudly. If it even is an apple tree, you've never seen a fruit on it in all the years you've had it outside your window.

You remember a trick you once learned to relax your body and mind. You imagine your thoughts are fluffy clouds. When a thought comes into your mind, you watch it for a moment before blowing it away, and letting it float off.

There's a thought, poof. You watch it float away, and another, poof.

One by one, you send the fluffy cloud thoughts high into the sky, as your mind grows more and more serene. Even the creaking tree seems to grow quieter.

When a particularly big cloud thought comes along, you take a deep breath in, and this time as you exhale, not only does the big cloud thought float off, but your pajamas begin to shimmer and glow. Okay, this is weird, you think, but it's also unexpectedly peaceful and cozy.

You take another deep breath and let out a big exhale through your mouth.

Now your body feels light, and as you look down, you realize that instead of sending any thoughts floating away, it appears that you've sent yourself floating in the air.

Hovering magically over your bed, you take a third deep inhale and a hole appears with a bright glowing tunnel. You look through it curiously but, all you can see from here are swirls of color. You're going to have to go in if you want to know what's on the other side. You paddle your arms in the air and gently float yourself over to the portal.

Are you ready for this? Do you dare? Absolutely.

You slide yourself in with a whoosh, images whiz by you so fast you can barely make them out. You see a giant crying, a family of elves making their home inside a teapot, a nest of baby birds perched on a coat rack, a magic harp playing a sad song, and a goose laying moldy eggs. Then suddenly you shoot out of the portal straight into a puddle. Splash! Rrain drenches you from the dark gray clouds above.

It appears that you've landed right in the middle of a storm, except there's something peculiar about this storm. First of all there's no thunder or lightning, and secondly, the rain seems to only be falling on the area surrounding a cottage and a giant bean stalk, or at least you think it's a bean stalk.

It's hard to tell because most of the leaves are brown and the branches droop so low they nearly touch the ground. In any case, you've never seen rain behave like this. How can it possibly be so clear a hundred feet away? What a strange place this is.

You stand up out of the muddy water flooding around you and head toward the cottage, hoping that whoever lives there will welcome you in to dry off. You knock on the door and it swings open to a boy with messy black hair, a bird's nest to top his head, an elf on his shoulder, and a squirrel peeking out from his shirt.

“How odd” he says, squinting at you with the puzzled look as the squirrel scurries around inside his shirt, making him jump this way in that. You start to point out that you're not the one accessorizing with frolicking forest critters when he continues.

“Well, I suppose it doesn't matter if you look like a fairy godmother, so long as you can do the job.”

“I'm not a fairy godmother”, you reply wishing you had your own fairy godmother to give you a dry set of pajamas.

“Well, I asked for help from a fairy godmother and you appeared, so you must be.” He says, but before you can protest, he adds, “Oh, you're drenched. Please come in and get warmed by the fire.”

Relaxation — Peace Blanket

Get comfortable, take in a nice deep breath. Scrunch

Feel the weight of your head on your pillow. Crunch.

your shoulders up to your neck, and then relax them back down. Roll your head around a little and let go of any tension in your neck, … Relax your face muscles, your cheeks, your forehead, and your jaw. Let go completely knowing that your bed will hold you. Breathe easily, your head and shoulders relaxed.

Let go of any tension in your chest and arms. Breathe in deeply, feeling your chest opening, widening as the air fills your lungs.

Let your upper body go. Feeling the bed beneath you as it supports your body.

Relax your stomach muscles, and your lower back. Relax your hips, and let go of any tension and stiffness in your legs, knees, and feet. Shake them a bit if it helps and then just let them relax, feeling them sink into your bed. Feel the weight of your body, knowing that it is completely unique to you, perfectly made for your journey through life.

Feel grateful for your muscles, and your bones, and your organs, and your skin. What an amazing gift you are. There is nothing left to do today, so simply let go and listen to this meditation. Listen and be as we weave a beautiful calming blanket together.

Imagine a large wooden loom made for weaving together blankets from strands of thread. Have you ever seen a loom before? Don't worry if you haven't, let's imagine one together. This loom has four posts or legs so it can stand tall and grounded, and a large square frame going from leg to leg, like a table with no center or a large empty picture frame laid flat with a leg at each corner.

This particular loom is a magical loom. Your magical loom. Just like you are the one and only you. No other kid is like you. This loom is a one and only. You will use its frame to weave a blanket that is perfectly suited for you. Think of a color that makes you feel like you. It could be one color or a mix of colors. Whatever it is, when you see it or feel it, this color brings you a feeling of peace, confidence, and harmony.

Any color you like is the perfect color.

Imagine a beautiful spool of this thread, or a soft ball of yarn in this special color. This color is your foundational thread. Whatever color you've chosen is perfect for this moment. Imagine your thread flies magically through the air to your loom. It unwinds itself, flying away from you and then coming back towards you, starting at the far left side of the loom, moving a little to the right with each trip away from you and back toward you. Out and in. Out and in.

Your favorite color string continues to unwind as it threads your loom. As you imagine the thread spreading out across the loom, you also notice your breath. In and out.