The Meadow 87 Ghosts You See, Those You Don’t Susan Landgraf I’m selling trauma healing. Gary Copeland Lilley He believes in the power of the peace-be-still bath. Of course, it’s like putting hail back in the clouds. Ghosts are house and tree dwellers, land-based, not like lightning forks. They’re silver wires in a weighted world of ozone, pith, and roots. They disclose themselves in falling objects, creaking boards, banging doors and such. They laugh when the living blink in disbelief or snivel with fear. Gary says it’s good to call on dead ancestors who have your back. He suggests you put an offering into the wound of a giant cedar—poem, prayer, a watch that’s lost its time—or make a haint blue bottle tree outside your door. Fill the bottles with stones, bones, a handful of earth, a blessing. You should pour a shot of Maker’s Mark and baptize the ground under the tree, he says. Pour a second shot to bless yourself and soak in the peace-be-still bath with lavender and candles. Then get on with the living.
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