The tea. Always the tea. I could take a thousand photos of tea (and maybe I have). Could drink a thousand cups of tea (and maybe I have). I will never tire. And so this morning, tea. A second cup. Doughnuts made, covered in powdered sugar, eaten. Online classes for the kids. Work of my own.
I pulled a card this morning, an animal friend. Deer. A message. A reminder of feminine, creative energy. A reminder of absolute gentleness and compassion. The thought occurs to me that birth can be a kind of restructuring. Of so many things. But especially of the heart.
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looking forward to next week, dear one!
oh, me too! see you in class soon!
Tea and toast- my favorite comfort food! Tea brings back lovely memories of my grandmother. Every day at 11 and 4 the china teapot came out with the cups and saucers. There was always a plate of little goodies to sample. How I miss that today. I still do tea at 11 and 4 but now I’m alone.
Oh what a lovely memory, Sue! And so nice that you continue the ritual. I hope you feel your grandmother’s love as you’re sipping with her in spirit. xo
Ah tea! Medicine for the soul. I think I may have told you that before 🤣
Definitely medicine for the soul.
And I do think it’s come up before 😂