Tea with Lao Tzu*

I invite Lao Tzu to teaon a quilt spread in anopen glen by a river He accepts and sitscross-legged facing mewe both nod our greetings “What can you teach me, Lao Tzu?”“Be quiet in stillness.”I pour tea into his tiny cup “My mind wanders so.How can I learn stillness?”“Meditate.”I fill my teacup as well “I … More Tea with Lao Tzu*

Christmas Tea

Taffeta rustles china clinks against silver soft Christmas music plays at the annual Christmas tea Even children are attired in calm letting butter mints melt slowly on their tongues no Ho, Ho, Ho’s here or jingling of bells at the annual Christmas tea When my daughters were young, I would host a mother-daughter Christmas tea … More Christmas Tea

Cup of Silence

With dishes full of chatter And tables full of sighs With stemware full of whining I sip my cup of silence News springs from the paper towels A pitcher spouts the weather Flatware laughs at dirty jokes As I sip my cup of silence Talk informs and teaches Laughter brings us glee Music fills the … More Cup of Silence

Reliable Excess

I pretend that all my faithful dolls sit waiting at the table, an excuse for scheduled teatime where  I supply convections. Yet it’s my steadfast yearn for sweet desire that sits with me in constancy even when I know I should be satiated. I’ve been told to be reliable but I must ponder if devotion to … More Reliable Excess

Collective Awakening

Holding the steaming cup in both hands, I walk in mindful meditation to the table, careful not to spill a single dark drop on the cream carpet.  I share my first sip of java with millions of my neighbors across barriers of geography, culture, and time as in unison we welcome a new day. Some … More Collective Awakening

Namaste

It’s a kind of gracious spirit, I think how a door mat welcomes with passage and pause where sneakers and high heels and muddy work boots can dally a bit before moving through. It’s a kind of a generous spirit, I think how a tea cup accepts whatever I pour be it Earl Grey or … More Namaste

After the Solstice

I leave the shades open tonight to watch the live performance of snow against a moonless sky. I settle into my window chair burritoed in a fuzzy blue blanket sipping a hot cup of peace.   Special thanks to Rachel’s Thirtysomething Life post called Coloring. She writes about a “satisfying HOT cup of tea in peace” … More After the Solstice