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I’m slowly remembering the joys of tea. Hot tea that is! I actually enjoy it more warm than hot, but that’s not the point. I like tea. I’m not a coffee drinker, never have been. In fact, I’ve never even had coffee. Back to tea though. I enjoy a nice warm cup of tea. I am particularly fond and excited about tea when the weather’s cool.
I love the herbal varieties, there are so many. I love seeing the steam as it rises off the tea. I love watching the water slowly change colors, with the mix of the herbs. I love the different flavors. I love the sweetness some teas have. Sometimes I add a hint of honey, sometimes sugar.
Enjoying a cup of tea (or two or three) while having great conversation with a close friend is the best. The essence of tea being water is a definite plus for me (water being my most favorite and preferred regular drink).
I remember in moving from the south to the north, I was overjoyed with the prospect of sitting and having tea with new friends. In the south, not many drink hot tea. Or at least, it’s not a popular and common thing you hear or see happening. When I lived in the north, I did have the opportunity to enjoy some tea with housemates on occasion. Making tea wasn’t an effort, it was fun, whether alone or not. Tea is one of those things that, for me, is comforting and soothing. When I think of enjoying a warm cup of tea, images of warmth and happiness fill my soul. Because, for me, warm tea is like a hug from myself to myself.
But, somewhere in the past year or so I stopped drinking tea. I’m not sure when exactly I stopped, I just know I did. I hadn’t even thought of it. It was like breaking a bad habit and knowing that you’ve given it up, but not knowing how.
During pregnancy, because there are many which could be harmful, plus the worry about caffeine intake, and my general lack of knowledge, I didn’t have any. Besides, the effort and love involved in making tea became too much somehow. In those early days of pregnancy (you know the ones), I didn’t want to expend the time and energy into making tea, knowing full well I could vomit the wonderfulness that was tea.
It was before I’d gotten pregnant that I first stopped making tea though, and I don’t know what happened. Perhaps it was my work schedule, perhaps it was that mugs would get lost (Hun!), perhaps it was the stress of a different life, perhaps without anyone to share tea with some of the charm had been lost.
This last week though, I’ve (re)discovered tea. I remember the joy I have when I drink a cup of tea. I probably wouldn’t have noticed the pleasure tea brings, had I not made more than one cup. Just this morning, I saw a mug and instantly thought “I’ll have tea”.
Now that I remember how much I love warm tea, I look forward to relishing in the balance tea brings to my life!
And, next to me on the desk, with Baby in my arms (trying to type this post for me i suppose), a welcome addition to my morning – a cup of tea.