There is a knot in my stomach and it won’t go away. Something is afoot.
I fill my cup with steaming hot water and open the pantry to choose my tea. The pantry is tidy, I have chosen my teas wisely and kept them organized. I peruse the flavors – black, white, green, herbal, fruit infused, peppermint, decaf, caf, plain old Lipton. Tea from China, tea from England, tea from South America. Some have shiny wrappers and promise to do amazing things for my health. Others are old and dusty, all the way at the back. Still others are believed to contain traces of toxins, but the memory of their delicious flavor keeps them out of the trash.
It’s been a rough day so far, so I choose one of my favorites. Its flavor is consistent and strong.
I dip the teabag and watch as the tea mixes with the hot water, making swirls and creating something soothing for me to drink. I marvel at how relationships are a lot like teabags – you never know their true worth until they’ve been put through hot water.
Throughout the day, I need cup after cup of tea. I line up the cups, amazed that just one teabag made almost every one. It is even stronger than I ever imagined. I am soothed, and grateful.
As I pass the pantry, a dusty teabag leaps from the shelf and into my hand. I place it in the next cup of hot water, and it makes a beautiful cup of tea, full of nostalgic aroma. I weep for having left it neglected for so long.
The day is hard, but my cups of tea see me through. They ease the worry and the pain, and help me to see that tomorrow will be another day. A fairly new and as-yet unopened package of tea falls to the floor at my feet, and as I put ot away in the pantry – sure it is not ready to be a cup of tea today, of all days – it gently places itself in my cup. Again, tears fall as I drink the strong and stable tea.
My husband and I lay in the darkness, comparing the cups of tea we have consumed. We don’t know what the days ahead will bring, but we find comfort in the fact that we are doing what is right for the one we love, whose life is spiraling out of control.
The sun shines through the window. It’s a new day, the knot in its secure place in my stomach. I walk into my office to find many cups of tea waiting for me, the bags having taken it upon themselves to come in from the pantry. I smile, knowing I am loved, and hope the tea I make for others is even half as good.
I sit, and drink my tea.
Originally posted at The Sweet Life 1/30/2009 5:51 am
heartatpreschool (Kari) wrote:
Love this post, and the comparison of teas to relationships.
There is something so soothing about tea, moreso than any other hot drink. My thoughts are with you and your family.