I grew up in a home where tea was more than a beverage. Tea was an event. It was a “Well done! Good job! Time to take a break, dear!” Tea was a social. It was a conversation. Tea was a bedtime snack and a kiss goodnight. Tea was a moment shared; tea was a comfort.
I had my first cup of tea six months ago. I’m not sure why I resisted quite so long. I was a coffee gal. Coffee says hello world, I’m all fired up, no time to waste, gotta get things done, get outta my way. Coffee is pushy.
But tea – holding a cup of tea is like holding a hug!
Tonight I’m sipping tea from an old Silver Birch china mug. There’s a tiny chip in the saucer.
Wabi-sabi.
Twice-loved!
Twice-Loved 