Life is brew-tea-ful
Sholeh Patrick
I try to work continually on self-awareness. Knowing what triggers feelings, mood, or a chain of thoughts and, more to the point, consciously controlling my reactions is something anyone can improve lifelong.
So the idea that I, Ms. Zen Pride, am so suggestible as to want something merely because I see someone else doing it is absolutely mortifying. But if you’re drinking aromatic tea in a pretty cup (real tea, not that weak Lipton or Tazo swill), I simply must have some, no matter how full I feel. Brew it in a painted china teapot, and I’ll rearrange my schedule for an hour.
Tea is like that. It’s not just a beverage; it’s an experience. An invitingly warm, comfortingly cozy cup of relaxation. Two hands wrapped around it getting pleasantly warm. Eyes closed. Breath slowed. Time suspended.
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