Good evening.
We are going to take a journey through a magical forest tonight.
So get cozy in your bed,
Snuggle into your blanket and make sure your body is comfortable.
Now imagine a forest,
An ancient magical forest,
Where the trees stretch high into the sky and the evening sunlight filters down in soft golden threads.
This is where our story begins.
Once upon a quiet evening,
A young boy named Leo set out to visit his grandma who lived on the other side of the forest.
He'd walked the path many times in the daylight,
But in the twilight the forest felt different,
Alive somehow.
The air shimmered gently and the leaves whispered to one another in voices soft as lullabies.
Leo smiled.
I guess it's just the wind,
He said,
Tightening his little backpack.
I'll be there in time for supper.
The path wound between tall ancient trees with silver bark and roots that curled like the fingers of giants.
Leo hummed the tune as he walked,
But after a while he noticed something odd.
Path had split into two.
One trail glowed faintly golden,
While the other one shimmered blue in the evening light.
Leo frowned.
Which way should I go?
From the golden path came a gentle rustle.
A graceful willow tree swayed,
Even though there was no wind.
Hello,
Young traveler,
She whispered.
Are you lost?
Maybe,
Said Leo.
I'm trying to find my grandma's house.
The willow smiled,
Her long leaves rustling softly as she spoke.
Then take the golden path,
She whispered.
Leo thanked her,
Taking a deep slow breath in and followed that golden glow deeper into the forest.
As twilight deepened,
Leo heard a soft rustle beside him.
A small fox stepped out from the ferns.
His fur was the color of moonlight and his ears shimmered silver.
Hello there,
Said the fox kindly.
You look thoughtful.
I'm on my way to my grandma's house,
Leo replied.
The willow told me to follow this path,
But it's getting darker.
The fox tilted his head.
Ah,
Darkness isn't something to fear,
My friend.
It's where the stars begin to shine.
He flicked his tail and tiny sparks of light appeared in the air,
Like floating lanterns guiding Leo forward.
Keep walking,
The fox said.
The light will lead you safely.
Leo smiled,
Feeling comforted and continued on his way.
The forest glowed softly now,
Filled with the quiet hum of magic and kindness.
Soon,
Leo came to a clearing where a huge oak stood tall and still.
When he stepped closer,
He realized the tree was singing.
A low,
Gentle melody that wrapped around him like a hug.
The oak's deep voice said,
You've come far,
Little one.
The forest watches over those who walk kindly.
Leo nodded,
Feeling warmth bloom in his chest.
I'm nearly at grandma's house,
He said.
Indeed you are,
Said the oak,
His branches swaying in a soft rhythm.
Go on,
The next light you see will be hers.
At last,
The trees began to thin and a warm golden light glowed ahead.
Leo hurried forward and there it was.
Grandma's little wooden cottage,
Smoke curling from the chimney and the scent of soup drifting through the air.
Grandma stood at the door,
Smiling as if she'd been waiting the whole time.
Welcome,
My dear,
She said,
Wrapping him in a hug.
I see you met the forest.
Leo looked up,
Surprised.
You knew?
Of course,
Grandma chuckled.
The forest has always been magical.
It helps those who listen,
And I knew it would keep you safe.
Leo smiled,
His heart full of warmth.
He sat by the fire,
His tummy full of soup,
And listened as grandma hummed the same gentle tune that the oak had sung.
Outside the forest whispered goodnight.
Now it's your turn to rest,
Just like Leo after his long adventure.
Take a slow,
Deep breath in through your nose and gently breathe out through your mouth.
Now imagine a warm golden honey,
Soft and glowing,
Beginning to flow slowly through your body.
It starts at the top of your head,
Melting away any tightness.
The honey flows down to your neck and your shoulders.
Everything feels soft and heavy.
Moves through your chest and your tummy,
Into your arms,
Your hands,
All the way to your fingertips.
And it keeps going down into your legs,
Your knees,
All the way to your toes,
Until your whole body feels cozy and still.
You are safe,
You are loved,
And just like the forest watching over Leo,
The world is holding you gently as you drift off to sleep.
Goodnight my friend.
