A small girl wanders in to the glade, a thumb in her mouth. She is doing a special kind of sleep walk – she is here in the glade while still in her bed. This is the magic of Gemstone Glade: it is a waking dream where a child’s imagination is nourished and flourishes, where her favourite fantasies are all real, a dream from which you never wish to wake up.

Slowly the child kneels and touches the rose pink quartz book. Sparkles rise in the air like disturbed dust. Opening it, she sighs. An orange page proclaims “Carnelian,” and a small tumbled golden stone rises and settles on her hand. The child laughs in delight.

Holding the crystal, she runs from the glade … and wakes up in bed, the crystal still in her hand. Slowly she drifts off to sleep once more, a smile on her face and a crystal in her heart.