Each morning I begin my day with a cup of hot tea. I’ve practiced this routine for many years, not because I need tea to help me wake up, but because I like it! A morning cup of tea’s rich essence just seems right.
I remember my first introduction to tea as a young girl. When I was sick with flu or cold, my mother often served me a cup. Weakly-brewed, sweetened with a pinch of sugar, her tea was the best. Her tea was the taste of comfort. The taste of a hug. The taste of somebody who cared. What healing was in that a cup of tea!
There’s something contemplative about a cup of tea. Situating myself by our east window, I take one sip at a time, slowly, savoring each taste. I’m attentive to this present moment as I relax in my favorite blue rocking chair and view the beauty of nature in my back yard: the red maple, the daylilies, the hanging baskets or, in the winter, the freshly-fallen snow sparkling with the sun’s reflection.
This offering of nature, seemingly waiting for my beholding, draws me in. With each sip of tea, I’m transported far from a world of busyness and activity into a world of quiet and peace. What a gift!
How can one cup of tea take me so far on a journey when all I’ve done is sit there, in one place?
This too is gift: One cup of tea and I’ve traveled miles.