The Brew Witch’s Tea
She watched the steam rise from the old kettle, one that had long lost its whistle, but still used to boil water.
She was making tea — Eyebright and Holy Basil, with slices of green ginger.
It was to be tonight, they told her. The night before her 51st, she was about to cross the halfway mark, and things were going to accelerate.
Was she ready? She was, as best as she knew how; the unknown was so named for a reason.
Sipping on the tea, she felt her head lighten. Holy Basil was potent, and with the magic properties of Eyebright, things will be seen and understood differently. She was crossing over, into the other realm.
Another taste of the brew and her head grew lighter, like a balloon attached to an anvil, her physical body, she had to release it.