I adored my grandmother Nummie. “Eagle” was her response to “if you could be an animal….” Her favorite T.V. shows were Roller Derby and College Bowl. She epitomized blue-bloodism (and symbolized and believed in everything that I rejected when I turned 15ish). She was hilarious and loud. She enjoyed her cocktail hour. She was better as a wife than as a mother (according to my mother). And I loved to spend time with her after school. She provided a refuge for a moody teenager and she was fun. She died the night I graduated from high school. She had a beautiful upholstered mahogany rocking chair—her usual seat. Now, I have that chair in my living room. Now it is my usual seat for one of my recurring practices of reverence—having tea with God. With a cup of tea in my hands, I share a bit about how I feel, I express gratitude, and then I sit in peace—listening to the silence and the profound wisdom of that, slowly and evenly and reverently sipping on my tea—having tea with God and Nummie.