Yes, magical is the right word. Putting the lighted candle in it was the perfect touch. I'd looked at the candles, and thought about it, but didn't see the matches so wasn't sure how to light it so wasn't going to bother. You must have seen me looking at them. And THANK YOU for being okay with moving the sand tray to the floor and sitting with me in front of it. That was perfect. Everything about our time today was perfect. Right down to just sitting together each with our own feelings about my poem and not having to dissect it, even though at first that felt a little uncomfortable, I relaxed into it. Thank you.