All was still in Gemstone Glade. Leaves danced in a soundless wind, an air of tranquility hugging the glade in soft mittens of peace. Tree branches wove in to slow waltzes as a weak sun fell through them, painting in the air.

The trees had been waiting for this moment: the kiss of silence. Slowly, cautiously, their spirits stepped forth.

Shimmering forms of pale green light, lithesome figures of love, fifteen souls of pure nature. Welding their light together, they began a gentle dance. Hands reaching out, they moved between and around each other, each step perfectly calculated, each movement magical.

They came together, were still, rearranged and reordered, forming the word LOVE, as seen from above.

The life force of the glade, it was their time to play. So they danced on through the day, as mice and rabbits crept through the undergrowth to taste the magic.

Hours unspun in a delicious dance. At dusk, the tree spirits retreated back to their earthly homes, the physical trees of the glade. Leaves rustled in the night wind. All was still.

A giant silver snail slowly entered the glade, almost one metre high with eyes of steely wisdom. Her shell glowed with a rainbow of magic colours, green, blue, yellow and turquoise, all melting together and creating a healing aura around her.

At a snail’s patient pace she meandered towards a rose quartz column. A magic door appeared in the crystal, and the snail entered a mystic rose quartz world, bigger on the inside. She was in need of rose quartz healing, a bath of luscious light that peeled away all pain.

After a few minutes, Stephanie the Snail re-emerged in to daylight. Her shell was moving. Tiny rose quartz snails were birthing, some of them jumping off already in to the warm embrace of the glade. They were destined for Planet Earth, to heal its gardens and their wildlife, a rose quartz blanket of protective love.

Stephanie would return soon.