Just sitting here, waiting.
Waiting for breath, calm, and peace of mind.
Waiting for the pebbles of life to sink into the bottom of one's lake.
Waiting for the ripples to spread and spread and fade.

It is easy to stare into a cup of green tea and imagine the lake of dark water staring back at you. Sometimes I wonder if my older relatives' ease and grace came from a life time of drinking these green tea. Absorbing that sense of peace and soak that rich aroma into their soul. Surely if I learn to sit still and enjoy this cup of tea, the warm water will someday round out my jagged edge and make me smooth.

It seems rather a lot to expect from a little cup of tea. Still i drink. Still I hope.



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