(tales from the birdgirl)
March 2, 2015 § 4 Comments
— On drinking tea —
Over the years, tea’s become my ritual, however I drink it: milky —
— or black —
— or herbal.
It’s the china, perhaps.
Tagged: health, mental health, solace, tea
It is a calming and centering ritual, indeed. I am a mug girl, but your tea cups elevate the ritual by their beauty. Maybe I should upgrade! 😉
Believe it or not, it tastes better in a cup … 🙂 (I have my grandmother to thank for this discovery … )
Good one, Bec: gave me a giggle at breakfast!
[…] and let you know what’s happening. In the meantime, rest assured I’ll be drinking tea, and following paths, and walking through the scrub … and always, always delighting in the […]
Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:
You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change )
Connecting to %s
Notify me of new comments via email.
Notify me of new posts via email.
« Backyard sunset
A seat with a view »
You are currently reading Rituals at twenty-one words.
A WordPress.com Website.