One of my favourite routines is starting my morning with a pot of tea.
I use the term “starting” loosely. Starting MY morning may come after a kiss good-morning-goodbye with the Engineer, feeding and letting out the Dog, making breakfast, catching up on the Teenager’s schedule, making lunch for her to take with her (I know, I still do that, it’s an act of love that she carries with her), and seeing her out the door.
Then I put on the kettle, make a pot of tea, and settle in to read. It could be my current book or today’s blogs on a stool at the kitchen island, or it could be the neighbourhood paper spread out on the weather-beaten picnic table on the back deck. The constant is my tetsubin.
The tetsubin is a cast-iron teapot with origins in Japan. It sits on a trivet, as the metal becomes scalding hot in short order. The pot is small, but pours many servings into the also-small matching teacups. There are no handles on the teacups: the tea is the perfect temperature for drinking when you can stand to hold the cup.
Mine is a deep blue, with dragonflies cast onto the outside surface. It was a gift from my husband for Christmas the year we were married: the dragonflies symbolise unions and new beginnings.
And every day is a new beginning.
listening to: Angelique Kidjo (featuring Joss Stone), Gimme Shelter