She concentrates, eyes closed, and wills her scary thoughts into the box — the thoughts that wake her in the night. She had decorated the box with childhood fears, so they knew the way home. When I open the box, nothing is there.
With a silent nod to me and the tap of her magic wand, she lets me know she is done. I wrap the box in hemp cord and take it downstairs. She will be sleeping well tonight.
Songs Of Kat 