Monday, August 6, 2012

Dream Tea

I am mixing up some tea today. Bee Balm from our bright pink stand beside the garden, chamomile, and lemon balm from the front yard. I want a batch to give me dreams, not dreams of the ever-shifting future; happy, restful dreams. Dreams of beautiful mystery. Anticipatory dreams. I think this tea will do it - with a bit of lavender honey in the evening.


Everyone has their own tea ritual, I’m sure. I like to boil my water well before steeping the tea, and I like a wide-mouthed mug or a porcelain teacup, to see the color of the tea when it’s brewed. In the evening, I love tucking my legs up in my rocking chair and curling around my teacup - sipping and rocking until my whole mind in wrapped in scented steam. If I have an absorbing book, I like to hold it - sometimes reading, sometimes just having it near. These days I’ve been switching between Beowulf and Jenna’s essay - both are an escape in some way from the drama I’ve brought on myself - Facebook is not a place of peace for me.

3 comments:

  1. You're on Facebook? You should add me as a friend. (I couldn't find you.) I promise not to add to the drama. :)

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  2. I did! I can't complain too much. I think I secretly love the drama. :)

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  3. Ugh, Facebook drama. I hate it but I can't help myself from chasing after it.

    I need some tea now!

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