I have been living in our camper at our farm for most of this last month.
No internet.
The days sort of ran together, and somedays I did not even drink tea, it did not seem fair to the tea.
I would swig half a cup of coffee and out the door I would go.
Last night I sat down and drank a cup of herbal tea and nearly started weeping.
My soul has been thirsty.
Opened up my tea cupboard this morning and saw the Queen.
Yes, perfect tea to start my day off with.
A lot to catch up on around the house, but before I even begin, I will sit back and inhale this concoction of leaves and hot water.
I missed you tea and steepster.
Look forward to catching up with you all.
See my previous notes for more on this tea.
my month has been like this, so caught up that i strayed from the rituals that gave me comfort…
Hopefully, we can get back to our rituals that give us comfort (and personally, keep me sane:)
the pathology behind our illogical behaviour would be fascinating to study… everything falls apart and a booming voice declares: ‘abandon ye all things that offer consolation.’ how strange we are. =0)