Summer Farmer’s Market

(birds chirping) Hello, and welcome back to the Farmer's Market. Today the weather here is perfect. It's a balmy summer evening with no need for a sweater. Crickets and cicadas are just starting to sing. The vendors roll in with wagons full of fresh goods, the air carrying hints of fruit, bread, and herbs. Take your time, look around and just enjoy being here. But first, let's settle in with a short wind down exercise. Tonight's wind down is a visualization. So when you are ready, let's begin. So just take a moment to get comfortable letting go of the day, enjoying that feeling of having stopped, of having nothing left to do. We are going to focus the attention of the mind on the different parts of the body. Watching as the muscles in the body switch off for the night, leaving the body feeling rested and leaving the mind more at ease. So, starting down at the toes and just a sense of the muscles switching off the feet, the arches, all those muscles switching off. Same in the lower half of the legs, so any tension being let go of as the muscles switch off. Shut down. In the upper half of the legs, any tension melting away being let go of into the area of the hips, the pelvis, again, any muscles shutting down for the night completely at rest. Everything from the waist downward is heavy, at ease. The muscles in the lower back and the stomach now switching off. Middle of the back around the diaphragm, the upper back and the chest. So, any muscles not needed, shutting down, switching off for the night. The shoulders switching of. The upper half of the arms and the lower half of the arms. Switching off. The hands, fingers, just switching off. Any muscles around the throat and the neck. Switching off. The head, the face, the jaw, the eyes, any last areas of tension melting away as the muscles shut down. Switch off. At rest for the night and allowing thoughts to come and go, allowing the mind and body the space they need to rest. (crickets chirping) In the center of the farmer's market stands a green globed gazebo and radiating out from it are various cobblestone trails. One of these trails leads to Rosa's egg stand. She has set up a weathered table with a cotton tablecloth and across the front she hangs handmade bunting that reads "Rosa's Eggs." She brings everything straight from her family farm. She's been in the business a long time having inherited the farm from her grandparents. There are rows and rows of fresh eggs in their little cardboard cartons. Some are the glittering white that you would find in a supermarket, but others are brown, tan, or cream colored. Some have shells that are a delicate, almost robin's egg blue. Others are just barely speckled on their tops, but it is a fine collection overall gleaming in the...