Ruth was a strange child. Her parents knew within weeks of her birth that she had neither David’s ginger hair nor Martha’s sassy smile. Instead, Ruth – named after David’s beloved great-grandmother, Ruby Ruth Ambrose – was taciturn and calm.
But all the same, Ruth was the favorite of her dad’s, even though parents aren’t supposed to feel more love for one child over another. Ruth’s older brother Robert was bright, cheerful, and even-tempered. A joy to have around the house.
But Ruth. David felt such a connection to his wide-eyed quiet daughter that he wondered if she had a spark of his great-grandma within her. (A New Realm)
So he was less surprised than his wife when, at 20, Ruth declared, “I’m leaving for a journey.”
“You have six more months of college, then you find a job, like the rest of ….everyone else,” Martha declared, not even asking where the “journey” would lead her daughter.
Ruth only gazed at her mother with affection. Martha and Ruth had as much in common as a chimpanzee and a chipmunk. Martha didn’t understand Ruth’s propensity to be alone, to think. To dream. Even at the age of 8, then 13, and 20, Ruth only smiled at her mother, explaining:
“I can’t be other than what I am.”
Ruth never told her parents of her dreams of hilly lands full of deep caves and a woman who visited her, sighing two names “Ruby. Trudy.” Were these the ancestors she never met? The connection within the dream was strong and enticing. She began to sleep longer hours as she flew through a dreamscape full of colors and laughter and a woman’s face, blurry and yet familiar.
College studies couldn’t compete with the joy of these dream visitations. Ruth would rather sleep than study.
Until one early spring night, when Ruth awoke with a start, heart hammering from the admonition delivered by another dream voice, this one stern and strong.
“You are here and for a purpose;
Not a ghost and no longer dust.
Give up the past; become what IS.
Search and find, like a life’s quiz,
But live for the moment, live for NOW.
Follow the bliss and your long-ago vow.”
Ruth’s parents were amazed at the difference in their daughter, seemingly overnight. She finished college, continued with a graduate degree in physics with a minor in metaphysics. She had to fight for that minor from MIT, but finally, a few years later, a Ph.D. Meta became a valued endorsement.
When Martha and David introduce their daughter to friends now, their faces beam when they declare: “Ruth is visiting us this weekend. She’s a spiritual healer with a full practice in Cambridge, and she teaches metaphysics at Harvard. It’s their most popular class.”