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Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Magic Words (Encore)
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Season 15, Episode 51
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- [00:01]
Kathryn Nicolai
Hi friends. Want every episode ad free? Tap the link in our Show Notes to subscribe. If you're on Apple Podcasts, just hit subscribe on our show page Easy and it helps keep the show going. Welcome to Bedtime Stories for Everyone in.
- [00:23]
Bob Wittersheim
Which Nothing Much Happens. You feel good and then you fall asleep.
- [00:32]
Kathryn Nicolai
I'm Kathryn Nicolai. I write and read all the stories you hear on Nothing Much Happens. Audio engineering is by Bob Wittersheim. We are bringing you an encore episode tonight, meaning that this story originally aired at some point in the past. It could have been recorded with different equipment in a different location. And since I'm a person and not a computer, I sometimes sound just slightly different. But the stories are always soothing and family friendly and our wishes for you are always Deep Rest and sweet dreams.
- [01:23]
Bob Wittersheim
Now sleep should be easy. I can help. I'm going to tell you a simple, low stakes story full of relaxing details. All you have to do is listen. Rest your mind on the sound of my voice and it will work like a lullaby. Before you know it, you'll be waking up tomorrow feeling rested. I'll tell the story twice and I'll go a little slower the second time through. If you wake in the night, you could turn the story right back on or just think through any of the details you can remember. Now it's time to turn out the light and set down your stuff. Maybe this is a moment you've been waiting for all day to slide down into your sheets and know that nothing more is needed from you. It's okay to just rest now. Take a slow breath in and sigh again. In through the nose, out through your mouth.
- [03:06]
Kathryn Nicolai
Good.
- [03:08]
Bob Wittersheim
Our story tonight is called Magic Words and it's a story about a trip into town on a summer morning. It's also about the scent of fresh cut lumber, a dog biscuit buried in the flower beds, how a moment at the start of your day can alter your path and something in a shop window that catches your eye. Magic Words the morning started early this time of year and I found myself waking most days just after the sun was up, listening to the birds outside my window and smelling the fresh summer air. This morning I caught the scent of last night's rainstorm. It had blown over when the day would likely be sunny and clear, but the rain soaked scent lingered and smelled so good. I thought of the clover growing around my front steps, the cosmos in their window boxes and the black locust tree in my yard, all drinking deep and feeling refreshed. Just as I sat up in bed, began to stretch and blink at the morning light. I remembered what day it was. It was the first of the month and I smiled and spoke my magic words aloud. Rabbit Rabbit. Maybe you have heard of this superstition, just a silly tradition that some people follow, including me, for those words to be the first thing out of your mouth on the morning of a new month. It was supposed to bring luck and prosperity, and whether or not it did, it always made me smile, which is its own kind of good fortune and wealth. My rabbit rabbit habit had started me thinking about my first words most days, not just once a month. I found it was a way to lay a path for me to walk on the rest of the day just by organizing my thoughts and speaking a word or two. When I first woke up, I close my eyes and open a little question mark space inside myself. What needed my attention today? What direction should I lean in? Usually within a second or two some thought would edge to the front and raise its hand and I would speak its name out loud, saying kindness, patience, fun, balance, whatever it was. Then through the day when I needed a nudge, I'd find it having been planted already in my head and heart. So they were my magic words. Rabbit Rabbit. Being the less serious cousin of those daily mantras, it seemed like a good day to be a little less serious too. From the window I could see the puddles drying on the sidewalk and the sun coming out bright and warm. A good morning to walk into town and treat myself to breakfast and a cup of coffee. Within a few minutes I was stepping out of the house, pulling the door shut behind me and tromping across the damp lawn in my sandals. For a moment I thought I might be chilled in my T shirt, but as soon as I stepped out from under the shade of the locust tree and felt the sun on my skin, I was warmed through. I crossed the street and found a pace that woke me up. I love a walk in the morning, and I knew that being out in the sun at this part of the day would help my internal clock stay regulated, would help to give me a better night's sleep tonight. I turned at the corner and passed a yard edged with a newly built fence. The fresh cut wood smelled so good in the morning air I slowed to breathe it in and to spy through the slats. This neighbor had a little brown dog that I'd met before on my walks, and lately he'd had a friend, a big greyhound, out in the yard with him. Funnily, I knew both their names but had no idea what their humans were called, though we'd met more than once. Sure enough, when I peeked through the fence, I could see Crumb, the little one, digging a hole I was fairly sure he was not supposed to be digging beside the patio while Birdie the greyhound, lay in a patch of sunlight, clearly well into his first nap of the morning. I chuckled under my breath at them, and Crumb caught me looking. He had a biscuit in his mouth, which he was just about to drop into the hole he'd dug, but now that I'd seen his hiding place, he huffed and trotted around the edge of the house to dig another. Oh dear, that second hole would be my fault. I walked on. I passed the corner store and saw that their front window was full of beach umbrellas, little buckets with matching shovel, and even a few pool floats blown up and ready to launch. I appreciated how little rhyme or reason this store had to its inventory. You could buy alfalfa sprouts, fireplace matches, little squares of homemade salted caramel, a lotto ticket, and a rainbow innertube all in one spot, about a twentieth of the size of the big grocery store outside of town. Maybe I'd stop on my way home and see what silly selections I I could make. Just as I turned back to the sidewalk, I spotted something pale moving through the yard of the house opposite, and as my eyes focused, I realized what it was. A rabbit. A real rabbit. It had stopped in place. As I walked closer, it seemed unconcerned with me. It was munching on a hosta leaf, small cheeks moving at a clip. I stood and just watched for a bit. I wondered if I had called her here today with my magic words or if somehow she had called me. Finally I walked on, leaving her to her breakfast and thinking of my own. I had options, and they were all good ones. There was the diner with its vinyl booths and those spinny stools along the counter. They served excellent sweet potato hash as well as very good biscuits and gravy. Their coffee was reliable, if a bit basic, and the people watching was top tier. Then there was the bakery, their front walk full of tables and umbrellas. They had fancy lattes and every kind of pastry or bagel that I could want. Oh, and the farmers market was also open this morning, and they had a waffle truck. Come on, that sounds pretty great. Waffles. Amid the bustling fruit and vegetable stalls, I was at a literal crossroads, trying to decide which way to turn to follow the true desire of my taste buds, when I looked over my shoulder and spotted in the window of the tea shop, A small porcelain rabbit. I stepped closer and saw the tiny cracks in her glaze, the delicate pink of her nose, and thought it had been a while since I'd had a cup of their matcha to start my day. I loved their homemade granola and almond milk and thought that my magic words hadn't yet led me astray, so I may as well follow them a bit longer. Magic Words the mornings started early this time of year and I found myself waking most days just after the sun was up, listening to the birds outside my window and smelling the fresh summer air. This morning I caught the scent of last night's rainstorm. It had blown over and the day would likely be sunny and clear.
- [17:10]
Kathryn Nicolai
But.
- [17:10]
Bob Wittersheim
That rain soaked scent lingered and smelled so good. I thought of the clover growing around my front steps, the cosmos and their window boxes and the black locust tree in my yard, all drinking deep and feeling refreshed. Just as I sat up in bed and began to stretch and blink at the morning light, I remembered what day it was. It was the first of the month and I smiled and spoke my magic words aloud. Rabbit Rabbit. Maybe you have heard of this superstition, just a silly tradition that some people, including me, follow for those words to be the first thing out of your mouth on the morning of a new month. It was supposed to bring luck and prosperity, and whether or not it did, it always made me smile, which is its own kind of good fortune and wealth. My rabbit rabbit habit had started me thinking about my first words most days, not just once a month. I found it was a way to lay a path for me to walk on the rest of the day just by organizing my thoughts and speaking a word or two. When I first woke up, I close my eyes and open up a little question mark space inside myself. What needed my attention today? What direction should I lean in? Usually within a second or two, some thought would edge to the front and raise its hand and I would speak its name out loud saying kindness, patience, fun, balance, whatever it was. Then through the day when I needed a nudge, I'd find it having already been planted in my head and heart. So they were my magic words. Rabbit Rabbit. Being the less serious cousin of those daily mantras, it seemed like a good day to be a little less serious too. From the window I could see the puddles drying on the sidewalk and the sun coming out bright and warm. A good morning to walk into town and treat myself to breakfast and a cup of coffee. Within a few minutes I was stepping out of the house, pulling the door shut behind me and tromping across the damp lawn in my sandals. For a moment I thought I might be chilled in my T shirt.
- [22:00]
Kathryn Nicolai
But.
- [22:01]
Bob Wittersheim
As soon as I stepped out from under the shade of the locust tree, I felt the sun on my skin was warmed through. I crossed the street and found a pace that woke me up. I love a walk in the morning, and I knew that being out in the sun at this part of the day would help my internal clock stay regulated. It helped to give me a better night's sleep tonight. I turned at the corner and passed a yard edged with a newly built fence. The fresh cut wood smelled so good in the morning air, I slowed to breathe it in and to spy through the slats. This neighbor had a little brown dog that I'd met before on my walks, and lately he'd had a friend, a big greyhound, out in the yard with him. Funnily, I knew both their names but had no idea what their humans were called, though we'd met more than once. Sure enough, when I peeked through the fence, I could see Crumb, the little one, digging a hole I was fairly sure he was not supposed to be digging beside the patio while Birdie, the greyhound, lay in a patch of sunlight, clearly well into his first nap of the morning. I chuckled under my breath at them, and Crumb caught me looking. He had a biscuit in his mouth, which he was just about to drop into the hole, but now that I'd seen his hiding place, he huffed and trotted around the edge of the house to dig another. Oh dear, that second hole would be my fault. I walked on. I passed the corner store and saw that their front window was full of beach umbrellas, little buckets with matching shovels, and even a few pool floats blown up and ready to launch. I appreciated how little rhyme or reason this store had to its inventory. You could buy alfalfa sprouts, fireplace matches, little squares of homemade salted caramel, a lotto ticket, and a rainbow inner tube all in one spot, about a twentieth the size of the big grocery store outside of town. Maybe I'd stop on my way home and see what silly selections I could make. Just as I turned back to the sidewalk, I spotted something pale moving through the yard of the house opposite, and as my eyes focused, I realized what it was. A rabbit. A real rabbit. It stopped in place as I walked closer but seemed unconcerned with me. I was munching on a hosta leaf, small cheeks moving at a clip. I stood and just watched it for a bit. I wondered if I had called her here today with my magic words.
- [27:12]
Kathryn Nicolai
Or.
- [27:12]
Bob Wittersheim
If somehow she had called me. Finally I walked on, leaving her to her breakfast and thinking of my own. I had options, and they were all good ones. There was the diner with its vinyl booths. On those spinny stools along the counter they served excellent sweet potato hash as well as very good biscuits and gravy. Their coffee was reliable, if a bit basic, and the people watching was top tier. Then there was the bakery. The front walk was full of tables and umbrellas, and they had fancy lattes and every kind of pastry or bagel that I could want. Oh, and the farmer's market was also open this morning and they had a waffle truck. Come on, that sounds pretty great. Waffles. Amid the bustling fruit and vegetable stalls, I was at a literal crossroads, trying to decide which way to turn to follow the true desire of my taste buds, when I looked over my shoulder and spotted in the window of the tea shop I a small porcelain rabbit. I stepped closer and saw the tiny cracks in her glaze, the delicate pink of her nose, and thought that it had been a while since I'd had a cup of matcha to start my day. I loved their homemade granola and almond milk and thought my magic words hadn't yet led me astray, so I may as well follow them a bit longer. Sweet dreams.