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Life at the Speed of a Cup of Tea

August 10, 2012

It has been a while since I have shared with you via this blog.  I am not sure what to write in this tiny space.  There are so many things, so clear but the maze society places in front of many of these issues and the complex musings that I have brought to others make it tough to untangle in one Friday’s post.

I am not sure if I should write about missing my son Sid while he is on a wonderful adventure in China, the bad ideas that are being pushed in the two constitutional amendment ballot questions we will face this fall, the still racist commentary during the Olympics, a couple of the great stories of the Olympics, how my foot hurts and I don’t know why and how it makes it hard to get today’s exercise, the fact that I am not really feeling that sorry for myself when I know that my friend Anne’s friend Jim is in the hospital with an illness from which they don’t think he’ll recover and who may be in his last days.

I could write about my mom and dad’s wonderful 50th wedding anniversary and the wonderful friends my mom and dad have cultivated over that half century.  I would, but it is a story that is too long to tell, with too many people and is one about two people about whom there is too much to say in this moment.

I could write about all the work I need to do around my house and how I am supposed to get a lot of it done while my son is on adventure and learning in China.

I am reminded of a phrase that my Sid used to use often.  “Too many conversations.”  When he was little, he used to say this whenever I ran into someone I knew–and it seemed to him that I knew someone wherever we went.  Too many conversations; let’s go.  And maybe today, too many of my thoughts are running into each other.  Do I need to make time to talk with each of them?

Too many words.  Too many ideas.  Maybe it is time to just cultivate a moment of simplicity.

A simple moment with a simple cup of tea, something that I have not enjoyed for a while, but can now with today’s wonderfully cool morning, a wonderful cup out of which to drink it and the promise of a weekend that I can fill with something new.

Tea cup by Heather Wang.

Off to something else.  I hope your weekend is blessed, and enjoy a cup of something good.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. August 10, 2012 11:17 am

    This reminds me of when in the midst of the chaos and confusion that was Hungry Mind, Melanie Miller used to brew a small pot of tea (Jasmine?) and serve it in the text loft. That was a place of too many conversations for sure. A quiet cup of tea is definitely an antidote.

  2. kaye hlusak permalink
    August 10, 2012 11:23 am

    thanks, Clarence…


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