tea

It was a rough day today and by 3:30 I'd about had it. So I stopped. Made myself a pot of tea. And got a grip. The restorative powers of tea are not to be underestimated. I have a few friends who understand this, who understand that even on the hottest day of summer, sometimes it's just necessary to stop for tea. Even the little girls in my life know a good time is had by all at a tea party. [I keep special china for them in my cupboards, to properly reinforce the behaviour in their impressionable young minds.] It may well be all placebo effect. It's possible that all the healiing properties of tea exist solely in the fact that one must stop, boil water, wait for the tea to steep, pour and sip. All that patient waiting. And then the patient sipping. It takes the pace of the day, and of racing thoughts and churning angst, down a notch. And so I offer this wee ode to tea, the beverage of sanity.