A dear longtime English friend stopped by for a visit yesterday, her timing couldn't have been better.
You know how it is, some days you'd just like to pull the bed-covers over your head, and let the world pass you by..........
She came bearing gifts, a lovely wool shawl, and a box of Ty-phoo tea, I'll save the shawl for winter, we both indulged in the tea-drinking.
There is something to be treasured about the ease of spending time with an
old friend.
Of being in the
company of someone who knows you inside and out, and you them, in the way that
just seems to happen, when months turn into years, and years turn into a
lifetime.
It’s like a massage for the soul. You have no idea how much
tension you’re carrying around until you’re in an environment so comfortable
that it all drains away.
A Cup of Tea
When the world is all at odds
And the mind is all at sea
Then cease the useless tedium
And brew a cup of tea.
There is magic in its' fragrance,
There is solace in its' taste;
And then laden moments vanish
Somehow into space.
And the world becomes a lovely thing!
There's beauty as you'll see;
All because you briefly stopped
To brew a cup of tea.
J. Jonker, Amsterdam, c.1670
