Tea time has been known for centuries as a social time, a time for tradition, for health, self-care, and a time for comfort. Tea time is my time. It’s been a long week but I know stealing a moment to regain my Zen is always within reach.
Baby, it’s cold outside. No, not really, I live in Florida but we can pretend.
Drinking a hot cup of tea restores memories of chilly autumn nights in the mountains of Pennsylvania. I would curl up on the sofa, book in hand, but mostly just lose myself staring into the mountains that stood proudly outside my windows. The walls could remain bare because outside was the real work of art. During tea time I would forget everything else. allowing the warmth from the clouds of steam to caress my face before breathing in deeply and sipping slowly.
It was comforting to feel my mind wandering the world as every thought danced through those forests in front of me. A little extra care was spent when curating those moments for myself, from the soft comfortable socks right down to the slow drizzle of honey that was fully dissolved into my cup. Tropical weather and palm trees have not changed my love for that hot cup and lost mind year ’round. Every day is rush through life, having time to stop and breathe in a cup of tea is a good living in my book.
It’s never too late to begin a tradition of health and wellbeing. The importance of downtime is one lesson we often miss. Start mindfully, brew boldly, breathe deep, and sip slow. Enjoy and thanks for reading!