I’ve been meditating every night for the past couple weeks. It has proven wonders for my sleep. I’ve never been a bad sleeper but I also don’t think I’ve ever slept so consistently soundly through the night. One of the classes I did the other night went through a restorative process of the body. Slowly relaxing every little piece, especially the ones we breeze past. I don’t think I could’ve moved if you’d asked me to. I was in a relaxed trance. Breathing as though I was sound asleep, yet still just slightly awake. The instructor ended with “feel the weight of your body as it completely gives itself to this rest. Notice how you feel and thank your body for all the work it does everyday.” I felt so in tune with my body, as though all the desires and thoughts, feelings and unspoken words were just ripples on the surface of me. I could feel my body wanting to cry, for gratitude in rest, not in sadness. But everything about my state of being was too relaxed to become clenched up with tears. So I let myself cry inwardly and relax into that feeling as I drifted off to a land where llamas wear their own sweaters and ask you to put their feet on top of rainbows. Where birds soar high above the atmosphere, taking whoever wants with them. A place where clouds are pillows and rain is made of stars.