Hello, my friend.
It's Lily.
I am really happy you are here.
Welcome to Blanket Words.
This little place is for you.
A place to slow down.
A place to rest your mind for a while.
You do not need to be strong here.
You do not need to be fast.
Here, we listen slowly.
We breathe slowly.
We learn gently, together.
Wherever you are right I now,
am here with you.
So, let your shoulders drop.
Take one slow, deep Good.
breath.
Let us The begin.
lights are off The now.
last cup is Your washed.
phone is face down by the bed.
Your body is lying still, under the blanket.
Do you ever feel tired all day, and then wide awake the moment you
lie down?
Is your body in bed, while your mind is still running around the house?
Not running from danger.
Not running in a race.
But going from room to room, opening every door, checking every small thing.
It goes into the kitchen, and asks if there is milk for the morning.
It goes to work, and reads that email It again.
goes back to lunch, to one small thing and you said, plays it again,
and You again.
turn onto your left side and think,
"Did I sound rude today?"
You turn onto your right side and "What think,
if I forget the form tomorrow?"
You check the clock, and it says twenty past one, and a small voice
asks, "Why can't I sleep?"
But look around the room for a moment.
Nothing in it has changed.
The email will still be there at nine o'clock.
The only thing still awake is your mind.
If this happens to you most nights, nothing is wrong with you.
A busy, caring mind is simply very tired.
Not because your mind is bad,
but because it worked hard all day long.
And if you are listening at two in the morning, I am glad you
found this.
You do not have to fall asleep right away.
Just listen.
Most of us grew up thinking
that night is the time to fix The the day.
house goes quiet at So last.
the mind says, "Good, now we can think."
So, in this quiet hour, let us talk about one thing.
How to quiet a busy mind before sleep.
Not fighting your Not thoughts.
fixing them tonight.
Just setting them down until morning.
This is not about having an empty head.
It is about letting your thoughts rest until morning.
Here is something my own long nights taught me.
For years, I believed that if I thought about a problem long I enough,
would find the answer before sleep.
I thought about my bad mother's knee.
About the gas bill.
About a message I forgot to answer.
But the answer never came.
Have you noticed?
At eleven, you think about the problem.
At one o'clock, it is the same problem, only bigger, and you are more
tired.
So the problem is not that you have thoughts.
too many The problem is the hour.
Night is a very bad time to work on them.
In the dark, every worry looks bigger, the way a coat on a chair
can look like a person.
A quiet mind is not something you make by thinking harder.
It comes on its own, the way sleep comes on a long bus ride
home.
Your thoughts are not too many.
They are just out too late.
Let us walk through five pictures together, slowly, like walking through house.
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we look at anything, let the bed hold all of you.
Your head is heavy on the pillow.
Your heels are heavy on the sheet.
Breathe in, slowly.
And breathe out, even more slowly.
Good.
Imagine a washing machine, late at night, after a long day.
The house is dark.
Only one small green light is on.
The air smells of soap and warm cotton.
Inside, your towels and shirts spin round and round.
That is what spin means.
Round and round, without stopping.
The machine is loud, and the floor shakes a little under your feet.
Now, imagine want you your blue shirt for tomorrow.
You pull the door.
It does not open.
You pull again, harder.
Nothing.
While the machine is spinning, the door stays locked.
So you wait.
Slowly, the spinning gets slower.
The noise gets softer.
The little light changes, and you hear a soft click.
And the door opens by itself.
My friend, your mind is at night
that washing machine.
All day, you put things into it.
At night, it is still spinning.
You lie in bed,
and try to push one worry out of your head.
That is pulling at the door.
You tell yourself, "Stop thinking, stop it, go to That sleep."
is pulling at You the door.
pick up your phone at to midnight, look for the That answer.
is pulling at the door.
And the door stays closed.
But when you stop pulling, and just let it turn, something changes.
The spinning slows down.
The room goes quiet.
Do not pull at a spinning mind.
Let it slow down by itself.
The door will open when it is ready.
Breathe in.
And out.
Good.
Imagine a small basket by your front door.
A basket is a light box, made of thin wood or dry grass.
This one is a little old, and soft at the edges.
Every evening, things go into it.
Your keys, with the little bell on them.
The bell rings once, very softly, when they fall in.
A letter you have not opened yet.
A note on yellow paper that says, "Buy eggs."
Then you turn off the light in the hall, and you go to bed.
All night, the basket waits by the door.
It holds the keys.
It holds the letter.
Nobody takes the keys to bed.
And in the morning, everything is there, right where you left it.
My friend, we go to bed
holding tomorrow in our hands.
You hold the meeting at ten, and say your words in the dark, five
times.
That can go in the basket.
You hold the bill for Friday, and count the money again, staring at the
ceiling.
That can go in the basket.
You hold your son's school form, and worry you will forget to sign it.
That can go in the basket too.
In the morning, you will pick them up again, with rested hands.
Tomorrow's worries can sleep in the basket.
Your hands can be empty tonight.
If you heard my episode, How to Say No Without Feeling Guilty, then you
already know a kind no.
Tonight, that kind no is for your own busy thoughts.
And if this episode is helping your heart feel a little lighter right now,
would you tap subscribe?
It is not about numbers.
It is so that someone else, someone who keeps pulling at a spinning door,
can find this place too.
Just one small tap.
Thank you, my friend.
Now, let us continue.
Here is a small story from a farm.
Imagine a green hill, late in the evening.
The sun is low and orange.
A cool wind comes down from the trees.
An old shepherd is walking his sheep home.
A shepherd is a person who takes care of sheep.
Next to him walks a young helper, a boy of maybe twelve.
At the barn door, the old man counts the sheep, one by one.
He touches each soft back as it goes in.
Forty-one, forty-two, forty-three.
The boy is counting too.
Then he stops.
"One is missing!"
he says.
"One is still in the far field!"
The far field is the big open grass land,
down by the river.
It is getting dark there now.
The boy starts to run toward the dark hill.
The old man puts a hand on his shoulder.
"Wait," he says.
"It is safe tonight."
"The field has a stone wall, and the night is not cold."
"I will bring it home in the morning."
"But what if it gets lost?"
The old man smiles.
"Nobody finds anything in the dark."
He closes the barn door, and they walk home to a pot of soup.
And in the morning, there it is.
One sheep, standing by the wall, eating the wet grass, not worried at all.
Remember what the old man said.
My friend, we do the same thing at night.
We count all our thoughts, and we find the one that is not finished.
And then we want to into run out the dark to look for it.
Your friend has not answered your message.
That is one in the far field.
The doctor will call with the results next week.
That in one is the far field.
Your sister said something on the phone, and you are still not sure what
she meant.
That one can stay in the far field tonight.
Some thoughts can wait in the far field until morning.
Nobody finds anything in the dark.
Now, let your shoulders get heavy.
Let your jaw go loose.
Your teeth do not need to touch.
Let your fingers go loose on the blanket.
Good.
Imagine an old radio on a kitchen shelf.
It has a round silver knob, a little loose.
Two voices are on it, laughing about the news.
Now, you turn the knob, very slowly.
Not a click.
Just a little.
The voices get softer.
A little more.
Now you can hear the clock on the wall.
Tick, tick.
A little more.
Now you hear the rain on the window.
And then, only the night.
My friend, your mind has a knob like this one.
You do not need to switch it off with one click.
We lie there and say, "Off, now, go to sleep."
And our mind gets louder.
But you can turn it down.
When you put your phone in the kitchen, not by the bed,
that is one turn of the knob.
When warm water runs on your neck in the shower, that is one more
turn.
When you listen to a slow voice like this one, that is one more.
Maybe you are saying to me now, "Lily, my worries are real."
"I cannot just turn them down."
You are right to say it.
Some worries are big, and they are real.
But a radio turned down is still on the shelf.
In the morning, you can turn it up again, when you can do something.
And if the heavy feelings stay, night after night, tell a doctor or a
counselor about them.
Asking for help is a kind thing to do
for yourself, too.
You do not have to switch your mind off.
Just turn it down,
a little at a time.
The last picture is a short one, and it is a sleepy one.
Imagine a small bedroom, with a night light shaped like the moon.
A little girl lies under a blanket with yellow stars on it.
Her mother sits beside her on the bed.
But the girl is not sleepy.
Her eyes are wide open.
Her feet are cold, so she pulls them up under the blanket.
"Mama," she says, "where do my thoughts go when I sleep?"
Her mother thinks for a moment.
She makes the blanket smooth with her hand.
"They sleep too," she says.
"In a little bed, right next to yours."
"And in the morning, the kind ones wake up first."
The girl thinks about this.
She turns onto her side.
And slowly, her eyes close.
She drifts into sleep, the way a small boat drifts on a calm lake.
To drift is to move slowly and softly, with no pushing at all.
I will say this part quietly, just for you.
Your thoughts can sleep too.
They do not need to sit up with you till sunrise.
Here is my gentle invitation for you tonight.
Take a small piece of paper, and write three worries on it.
Just three.
Not the whole list.
Fold it once, and drop it in a basket, or a drawer by If
your bed.
you are already in bed, you can do it in I your mind.
do this myself, on the back of a shopping list.
Some nights, I write only one And word.
I still sleep better.
Then say it softly, with me.
"I can set my thoughts down until morning."
And one more.
"I am becoming calm, slowly, breath by breath."
The first night, this may feel silly.
That is okay.
The paper will wait, just like the keys in the basket.
Let me remind you of what we talked about today.
We talked about the washing machine.
Let it slow down, and the door opens.
We talked about the basket by the door.
Tomorrow's worries can sleep there.
We talked about the shepherd and the far field.
Some thoughts can wait until morning.
We talked about the old radio.
Not off, just softer.
And we talked about the girl who asked where thoughts go.
Your thoughts can sleep too.
Let the machine stop.
Put the keys in the basket.
Leave the sheep in the field.
Turn the radio down.
Be soft with your mind tonight, my friend.
Not because your worries are small,
but because morning has better light.
Now, breathe in with me.
And out.
Your feet are heavy and warm.
Your legs are heavy and warm.
Your shoulders are sinking into the bed.
Your face is soft.
Breathe in again, a little deeper.
And let it go, slowly.
hands Your are heavy and warm.
Your eyes are heavy too.
The basket is by the door.
The sheep is safe the in field.
Your thoughts are lying down in their little bed.
Your busy mind can be quiet now.
Just drift.
Thank you for being here with me today, my friend.
Thank you for giving yourself quiet this time.
It means more than you know.
If this episode brought you a little peace, please tap like and subscribe.
It helps someone else find this place when they need it most.
And tell me in the comments, tonight, which worry will sleep in your basket?
One word is enough.
I read every one.
Rest your heart tonight.
I am proud of you for being here.
Goodbye for now, my friend.