The Art of Tea 02/07/2017

After a week that took a lot out of me, it has been nice to be home alone this weekend with very wet and unpredictable weather, which is a gift of doing as little as possible.

Today’s choice of tea is Sencha Green Tea with Pear and Marigold petals from Stir Tea. I used my Van Gogh sunflower cup and paired it with a light and fluffy cheese, onion and garlic omelette. I chose the pear tea because my little pear tree I planted in summer dropped one of its two pears.

When I purchased the tree and planted it I didn’t have any expectation of getting any fruit due to the dismal summer we had. Late in the summer a couple of blossom appears which duly turned into two pears. The leaves dropped of the tree but the two little pairs hung onto the bare tree until today.

As I went past the tree I noticed there was only one little pear on the tree. I picked up the dropped pear and brought it inside. I decide to bite into the pear to see if it was ripe. It was a perfect pear, ripe, sweet and tiny eaten in two bites. The other pear is not yet ready to drop it is still clinging to the bare tree.

One more Wednesday night and I will be finished my tulip painting, I am looking forward to having Wednesday nights at home. As winter has moved in it has been hard to go back out in the evening. The classes have been enjoyable but now I think I will be going it on my own experimenting with my own paintings.

Serida reaction, when Khepra decide he was going to sleep on the couch, was incredibly funny. She likes Khepra and is not jealous of him the way she is of Aurora. She also backs down when he gives her the thousand yard stare. When she saw him on her couch, her eyes dilated and she started stalking towards the couch she leaped up and wacked him on the back, he turned and gave her the stare she was crouched down on the floor staring back quite ferociously. Khepra gave her the disinterested look and turned back to his so turned her irritation on Aurora. It wasn’t too bad Aurora has developed a very deep and resonant growl, and she is not putting up with Serida’s antics the way she did at the beginning. Khepra hopped not long after that and she reclaimed her territory.

Sharing with you a poem I wrote this morning.

Sunday Silence

I sit cup of tea in hand

Listening to the beauty of silence

Around me my world is still and quiet

My ears stretch

Trying to hear the hustle and bustle

The sounds of modern life

Only silence laps the edges of my ears

From deep inside a feeling of release

Of letting go

My inner self unfurls and stretches

Glorying in the silence

Harvesting silence as a balm

Against the bombardment

Of everyday noise

The moment ends with the computer’s ping

Of an incoming message

And the humming roar of a car driving by

My inner self retreats with harvested silence

To hold at the centre of my being

My ears relax as sound becomes a repetition

Flowing in

As a buffer against the world’s sounds

I am uplifted with the rich purr

Of the cat in my arms

As I sip my tea

Blessing to you all on this grey day and may your week go lightly by.