The Whispering Woods
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19 Juni 202450min
Midnight Sonata: Melodic Dreams to Guide You into Serenity
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16 Juni 202451min
The Luminous Voyage: An Ocean of Dreams
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12 Juni 202446min
Whispers of Aurora: Drifting into the Ethereal Dance of Night Lights
Join Premium! Ready for an ad-free meditation experience? Join Premium now and get every episode from ALL of our podcasts completely ad-free now! Just a few clicks makes it easy for you to listen on your favorite podcast player. Become a PREMIUM member today by going to --> https://WomensMeditationNetwork.com/premium In the heart of a forgotten valley, cradled by towering mountains veiled in perpetual mists, there lay a village untouched by time. This hamlet, known to its few inhabitants as Elysion, harbored a secret as ancient as the stars themselves: here, the Aurora, a celestial phenomenon of ethereal beauty, whispered secrets of the universe to those willing to listen. Our story begins with Elio, a wanderer who, by a series of uncanny events, found himself at the edge of Elysion as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and crimson. Elio was a seeker of truths, a collector of stories whispered by the wind and sung by the rivers. He carried within him a restlessness, a yearning for something just beyond the grasp of understanding, which had propelled him across lands and seas to this very moment. As night descended upon Elysion, Elio was drawn to the center of the village by a melody as old as time, woven from the gentle hum of the earth and the soft whispering of the stars. There, in the village square, he found the elders of Elysion gathered, their eyes closed, faces serene, bathed in the gentle glow of lanterns that danced like fireflies in the twilight. "Elio," called a voice, both ancient and young, as if the very valley had spoken to find an elder approaching him, her eyes twinkling like the first stars of evening. Her name was Lira, a name as melodic and easy to utter as her presence was comforting... 💗💗💗 Check out all the deals from our incredible sponsors here! --> https://womensmeditationnetwork.com/sponsors 💗💗💗 Check out all of our other podcasts at https://womensmeditationnetwork.com To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices
9 Juni 202442min
The Whispers of Wisdom: An Owl's Tale
Join Premium! Ready for an ad-free meditation experience? Join Premium now and get every episode from ALL of our podcasts completely ad-free now! Just a few clicks makes it easy for you to listen on your favorite podcast player. Become a PREMIUM member today by going to --> https://WomensMeditationNetwork.com/premium Once upon a time, in a serene forest nestled between mountains, there lived a solitary owl named Hoot. Hoot was no ordinary owl; he was the guardian of wisdom in the forest, possessing knowledge passed down through generations of his ancestors. Every night, as the moon rose high in the sky, Hoot would perch atop the tallest tree and share his wisdom with the creatures of the night. As dusk painted the sky with hues of lavender and indigo, the forest came alive with a symphony of rustling leaves and murmuring streams. It was the time when animals sought solace in the comfort of their homes, eager to listen to the whispers of wisdom that flowed from Hoot's beak. One evening, as Hoot prepared to impart his nightly wisdom, he noticed a peculiar creature lurking in the shadows. It was a weary traveler, a lost soul seeking refuge from the chaos of the world. With gentle eyes and a heavy heart, the traveler approached Hoot and pleaded, "O wise owl, lend me your guidance. I am lost in the labyrinth of life, and I yearn for the light of wisdom to illuminate my path." Moved by the traveler's plight, Hoot extended his wings and beckoned the traveler to join him atop the tree. As they sat beneath the shimmering moonlight, Hoot began to weave a tale—a tale of resilience, compassion, and the enduring power of hope... 💗💗💗 Check out all the deals from our incredible sponsors here! --> https://womensmeditationnetwork.com/sponsors 💗💗💗 Check out all of our other podcasts at https://womensmeditationnetwork.com To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices
5 Juni 202441min
Hello from Katie : The Energy of Worry vs the Energy of Trust
How do you feel when you wake up in the morning lately? I’ve noticed that I wake up under the weight of a never-ending task list. I spend my mornings in my head, organizing, prioritizing and putting life’s puzzle pieces together. I get a lot of satisfaction out of this. (Anyone else’s brain work like tetris?) But, I’ve noticed that there’s an undercurrent of anxiety here. Kinda like, if I keep checking things off this task list, “it” won’t get me. I can keep “it” at bay. What is “it?” I’m not too sure yet. But what I do know is that there are a lot of moving parts in my life right now. (You too?). Many big things in transition. So, perhaps my tetris brain feels some sense of control as all these things are on the move. Perhaps this in and of itself is fine, but what about the underlying worry? It’s like I’m watching an artist painting a mural and I’m unsure of how the big, red stroke of color she just made fits in. I can’t see the larger picture. So I worry. I let anxiety pool up inside my mind and body and fret about each brushstroke. I seem to forget that I can just sit back and trust that the artist will create the most magical masterpiece. That I can surrender to the flow of the process. And I forget that I am the artist. And that I am creating this vision with the Universe. Can you think of an area of your life where you are in the energy of worry lately? What are you always trying to control? What are you always trying to organize? Now breathe… How can you invite in more trust? How can you loosen your grip on all the details? Trust the process. Trust yourself. Trust the flow. Trust in the divine purpose of it all. And how does that make you feel? Today I’m making a few declarations, commitments to myself, and you’re welcome to join in with me if it feels right for you. I choose to pause each morning and become aware of my energy. I choose to remember who I am, so that I may move through my day aligned. I choose to follow what feels good, and trust my intuition. I choose to remember that I am the painter…the creator of my life. Each color, each brushstroke is up to me. I choose to let go of the energy of worry and surrender to the energy of trust. I would love to know what this brings up for you and how it applies to your life right now. And, I would really appreciate you sharing your reviews on Apple Podcasts…let me know what meditations you loved, and perhaps some meditations you’d like more of. I love you. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices
3 Juni 202410min
Wandering Through the Timeless Gardens of Versailles
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2 Juni 202438min
Campfire Tales Under the Night Sky
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29 Maj 202438min
