A toast to my passed mother who taught us to pour boiled water into the teapot,
slosh it around to warm it,
water in the cups to warm them as the tea steeps.
A ritual that continues to pleasure.
Whether black, with cream, lemon, or without lumps of sugar, honey, barley malt, or
Growing and brewing herbs, lemon verbena, mints, comfrey, hand harvested sassafras, a love of teas continues, so, thanks mom.
recharge one's batteries
connect with others
slow the rush,
steep in the history of surroundings,
Have tea with your dreams, as Del Hovda taught.
Scented steam as I work a sketch, read, edit, slow into meaningful imagination.
Steep and see beauty, the wealth around and within us, imbibe the world.
plump your inner tea bag
swirl your loose
Illustration: Cups of Heart Lura Astor
Painting: The Cup of Tea 1880
Mary Cassatt photo: Gorges Verdon Barrage Sainte Croix Benh Lieu Song