Bedtime stories for grownups

“It is as I told you, Young Sapling.
It will take
Autumns of patience
Before you snag
Your first moon.”
- Kristine O’Connel George

Bedtime Stories for Grownups is a Nurturing Night

when you can lose yourself in the magic of a story, and share your experience with a supportive group.

“…don’t go trying to use the same route
twice. Indeed, don’t try to get there at all.
It’ll happen when you’re not looking for
it. . . .And don’t mention it to anyone else
unless you find that they’ve had adventures
of the same sort themselves. What’s that?
How will you know? Oh, you’ll know all
right. Odd things they say – even their looks
– will let the secret out. Keep your eyes open. . .”
- C.S. Lewis

My Bedtime Stories group offers a soothing path to deeper self discovery. Well written stories evoke a response of the heart: “I know, I’ve been there, I feel that way sometimes. I used to be afraid of that. I used to imagine that.” This is a unique space for you to lose yourself in a children’s story, and safely share your personal journey with fellow listeners.

The words that enlighten the soul are more precious than jewels.
- Hazrat Inayat Khan

Bedtime stories with Jaminie Hilton


During each group session you may be entertained, soothed, enlightened, inspired, and possibly awed by the connections you make with your own experiences. Bedtime Stories is a resting and recharging place for effortless self discovery. I will begin each group by reading you a story. After the story reading, I will gently encourage a sharing of what each group member is experiencing; feelings, thoughts, dreams, or memories.

Groups will last an hour and a half, and will be held twice a month. The fee will be $40 per session, with 8 sessions, paid in advance ($320).

Group format: 7:00-7:15 pm, get settled in. After a brief relaxation and grounding exercise, I will read a story aloud. The group process generated by the story will continue until 8:45. We will complete wrap-up by 9:00pm.

“’Pooh!’ cried Piglet, and now it was his
turn to be the admiring one. ‘You’ve saved us!’
‘Have I?’ said Pooh, not feeling quite sure.
But Piglet was quite sure . . .’”
- A.A. Milne