There’s time to walk And look at something new There’s time to talk Got nothin’ do Make a new recipe Try a new kind of tea Give and receive In love, I believe There’s time to spare It’s time to share It’s holiday time —
Tea is the only language We haven’t lied in The only one We both understand. More tea? — About the poem: All I can say is that when you are trying to manage relationships cross-culturally, with different language, gender, age, and backgrounds, sometimes language just isn’t enough. And sometimes, tea is. Thank goodness.
I lift the leaf-shaped handle On the lid Of the round glass pot The chamomile buds Are cozy and snug The scent fills my daydreams — But the buds are in no rush Lazily giving away their gifts I fill the glass cup Just a hint of yellow I can barely smell the chamomile now […]
Rose hips, hibiscus Rose-colored floating patches Mending what was torn About the poem Tea! So beautiful, varied, delightful, and flavorful. The whole process of selecting tea, brewing it, looking at it, sipping it …invites me to slow down and savor it. One pot and two cups. Sometimes, what can’t be easily talked about, can be […]
The day before I was scheduled to do an audio recording of my book, my voice was hoarse. I woke up with a cold earlier in the week and kept hoping I’d be healed in time to record. I didn’t want to cancel, so I contacted friends and asked them to send healing vibes, angels […]