2.10.2012

MORNING TEA


Sometimes I treat myself as though I were a car. I make myself a cup of tea and gulp it down as if all I needed was refueling.

I don't like that start to a day. My morning tea casts a long shadow. If I don't sip it slowly, savor it, let my mind wander with its vapors, the day feels disjointed. I've just gone directly into overdrive. I skip all the low gears; I never really take in the scenery. I'm just getting someplace--only to have to turn around and get someplace else, fast.

Better to wake up earlier so you can wake up slower.

{Teacup with loads of personality courtesy of the gifted Frances Palmer.}

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