Cradled between the palms of both hands, the cup of tea warms from the outside in.
Cradled within the throat and stomach, the cup of tea warms from the inside out.
Cradled within the confines of the mind, the cup of tea warms from abstract ideation.
This evening’s post is being written first thing in the morning – before the work day begins, before the sun has come out, before the house and husband are awake.
In this still and silent moment that begins the day, that you come to when it has already ended, I find calm and quiet, and a Zen-like start and finish at once.
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