Fall Leaves: Guided Meditation (7 Minutes)

Fall Leaves: Guided Meditation (7 Minutes)

In this 7-minute guided meditation, you begin at a trailhead on the edge of the woods on a crisp, cool fall day. Use the recording or, if you’re leading a meditation, you can read it yourself using the transcript below.

Fall Leaves

Close your eyes and breathe easy.

You’re standing at a trailhead on the edge of the woods.

It’s a crisp, cool fall day.

The sky is overcast, but the warmth of the sun is coming through.

You take a deep breath.

There’s a wood fire burning somewhere.

It smells like home.

You step onto the trail.

As you walk on the soft, rich earth, dry leaves crunch at your feet.

You’re walking under a canopy of trees.

The trees are all different colors – red, orange, yellow, green.

You stop for a moment and stand very still.

All you hear is the sound of your own breath.

A red leaf falls at your feet.

You think about picking it up but decide to leave it where it fell and continue on your way.

As you walk, dry leaves crunch underneath.

You come upon a log that’s fallen across your path.

You step on top of it, standing for a moment on its thick, brown bark.

All you hear is the sound of your own breath.

An orange leaf falls at your feet.

You leave it where it fell and continue on your way.

As you walk, dry leaves crunch underneath.

Looking ahead, the trail seems to wind off its straight course.

You pick up your pace a little, curious what’s around the bend.

You wind around and it’s more of the same, only brighter.

More leaves have fallen here, letting more light stream through the trees.

You stop for a moment and stand very still.

All you hear is the sound of your own breath.

A yellow leaf falls at your feet.

You leave it where it fell and continue on your way.

As you walk, dry leaves crunch underneath.

The smell of the wood fire is getting stronger.

Through the bare branches above you see smoke moving across the sky.

You stop for a moment and stand very still.

All you hear is the sound of your own breath.

A green leaf falls at your feet.

You leave it where it fell and continue on your way.

As you walk, dry leaves crunch underneath.

You see the end of the trail.

You’re almost there.

Dry leaves crunch underneath.

You reach the end of the trail.

There’s a log cabin before you, smoke billowing from its chimney.

You walk to the cabin, open the front door, and step into the warm room.

Someone you love is there waiting for you.

You smile and sit down beside them.

All you hear is the crackle of the roaring fire.

Open your eyes.

Welcome home.

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