Today I am carrying a huge weariness; I am very tired and not feeling the best. But I am better than when I started this day. I placed a very large burden on my tea today. My tea had the responsibility of being the vehicle to change my state of being.
For this very heavy task I chose Monk’s Blend from TLeafT. Monk’s Blend is a combination of Earl Grey Black Ceylon tea and Green Tea flavoured with Vanilla and Jasmine Blossom. The scent of this tea when opened is divine, a beautiful warm, soothing and engaging scent, once the tea is brewed and poured the scent curls up around your face in a warm mist and the first sip, pure delight. The combination of black and green tea offers the best of both types of tea the heavy maltyness of black tea is lightened with green tea addition and the colour a rich mahogany seeped from it black base. If you like a flavoured tea I would recommend you try Monk’s Blend, it is certainly one I will be getting more of.
We had a beautiful sunny day yesterday and I could not be bothered doing anything except some light cleaning in the house. I read “The Gray and Guilty Sea” first book in the Oregon Coast Mysteries by Scott William Carter and have started the 2nd book “A Desparate Place for Dying” today. It will probably be the total of my effort today. I don’t even have to cook tea tonight as I cooked up enough of my lentil stew last night.
I am still working only getting the hand of oil pastels; I really enjoy working with them as I don’t have to wait for them to dry out as required with paints. After doing a copy of Franz Marc’s “Cat Behind a Tree” I thought next up I would do a copy of his “Blue Horses”
A relatively bright point in my day so far is that I did compose a poem. Here it is.
Silence: A Gift
Silence, the universe’s gentle hand
Soothing jagged edges
Wrapping weary souls in a soft embrace
Silence, filling in the space between
The here and now and the then and gone
Connecting broken filaments of life’s energy
Silence, a gift from beyond
The parenthesis around the constructed busyness
Of the everyday we exist within
Silence, showing the soul it’s place
On the eternal spiral
Connecting physical and spiritual
Silence, enhanced by the sip of tea
Cup to lip, scented steam wreathing
Carrying restoration to the weary soul.
Blessing to you all and may you find in the week to come moments that uplift.
