I love Tea.
A mug of well-made Tea the first thing in the morning ensures a good day and mine is always well made, because I make it myself! 🙂
I am a bit finicky about my Tea as I like it a certain way, strong, with a dash of sugar and with just enough milk added to save it from being called Black Tea.
I enjoy making my Tea, as making it is almost a spiritual process for me. Measuring out the water, watching the placid water bubble and froth, adding the tea leaves and then observing the clear water change color as it pauses for a bit before it starts frothing again. Lastly adding the milk to it and watching the mix calming down as it takes on a completely different hue and transforms into Tea.
Wrapped in the gift of silence that waking up early in the morning brings I leisurely sip on my mug of Tea as various thoughts flit in and out of my mind.
When I am faced with a problem making Tea becomes a contemplative procedure. I ruminate over the problem, think how it could be solved and the best way to solve it.
As I think about it all I imagine the inside of my mind to be like that of a cauldron of frothing Tea.
Since my mind is not placid, emotions bubble to the surface, each one fighting the other to make itself felt, till feelings are added to the emotions. When doubts make an appearance thoughts and feelings change color and froth even more. And just when I think all of it is going to spill over I add the wisdom or good advice like I add milk and feel my thoughts calm down and come together, coloured differently and beautifully.
Solving a problem is so much like making Tea, isn’t it? Think about it.
I hope you’ll join in too!