Earl Grey tea ebbs and flows in my existence. There are periods when I’m all for it – craving and demanding its floral notes in tea and cookies and scones – and then there are long stretches when I want nothing to do with it. Lately, I’ve come around to it again, maybe because a nice floral tea seems designed for winter mornings like this one. Unexceptional Tuesdays when a sweeter, quieter start of Bergamot is needed to cast its exquisite spell and see us through the rest of the week, or at least the remainder of the day. Such moments of peace are by their nature smaller and more elusive, and so I value them more. Let’s sip on that for a bit and not rush ahead just yet.
Inhabit the moment.
Breathe in the beginning of the day.
Exhale the worrisome thoughts.
Exist.
Be.
We are enough.
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