A Story Of Tea And Of Relatives That Are Ghosts

I woke up feeling dizzy and bothered by an earth tremor and two of my spirit guides in the house at once. The earth shaking seemed the least of it. Sunlight flickered through the blinds as JHL, my friend and spirit guide tapped on the window with a pretense of manners. He exclaimed with such tenacity, “RUBY Girl, you must drink the wobble tea.”

I groaned, “So, what if the earthquakes shake me up a bit, it’s a normal sensation to feel disoriented when things are all rocky.”

WANDA my great aunt joined him in my bedroom of all things, like they held the Open For Business sign.

She scolded me for being bratty and said, “The concoction JHL insists is for your own protection. He feels you need better grounding to handle the spirits…and…the earthquakes.”

A canister of black tea crashed to the kitchen floor down the hall as I meandered into the kitchen and told one and all, “But I study EINSTEIN tendencies and try and make sense of it. I find markers where I can.”

JHL said, “It’s not enough, RUBY Girl.”

“Wait. I also put things in concentric circles in my diary, listing ‘that was then’, and ‘this is now’, and ‘parts in between.’ I know all this stuff…this ’cause and effect stuff’ is science. It helps me make sense of it.”

JHL said, “RUBY Girl, I am not leaving you today unless you try the tea.”

“Oh for heaven’s sakes let me boil the water at least.”