I needed a special cup to warm my soul and remind me of my many blessings. While filing through Grandma's linen cupboard, I found the perfect set tucked way in the back of the long deep drawers. The musty smell of old paint, still permeated the inner heart of the cupboard. It seemed to be trying to jog my memory,when like an old friend, this vintage cup slipped into my hands with a warm hug.
The golden hues of the midday sun were filtering throughout the house creating a calm ambience that settled onto the old teaset. The reverent aura was gleaning my admiration for the hand painted morning glories that were brightening my day. Morning glories have always been a free spirit in my mind and at this moment I was enthralled by the light handed movement of the artistry on the china.
The teacup had an charming barrel shape, decoratively reminiscent of the old world that , quite simply wrapped itself around my heart. I thought ... "This tea is going to taste good"....m-m-m-m!!!!
The kettle water was buzzing in haste, to be poured into the teapot, but my ambling pace was not to be disturbed. I was in a 'quiet space" inspecting the porcelain, that seemed to be whispering in soft voices. like a beautiful poem.
" Music when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory.
Odours of sweet violets sicken.
Live within the sense they quicken;
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved bed;
And so thy thoughts
Where art thou gone.
Love itself, shall slumber on."
... by Percy Shelley
I had always loved this poem and song and for some unknow reason found a memorable link welding up within my being... It was so soothing !!!!
As I poured the water from the kettle, my tears flowed as an outpour of emotion into the steaming teapot...my blurred eyes look down at the saucer. It's pattern seemed to spread it wings, like four white doves encircling me in a ring of gold... All was quiet, except for a few sobs of self indignation, wonderment .... and a grateful sigh of relief... Life is good !!!!
Either way you look at this Royal Albert cup, todays' teatime was the moment for being fully present and drinking in the elexir.
Since I had been in Japan when the whole drama of the car accident, my son operation in Australia and mother heart attack in B.C, the handpainted insigna on the cup gave way to for me to " let go".
The " Nippon " insignia was a giveaway as to the teacup's possible age of 90 plus years. I noticed a tiny crack by the handle of the cup, not broken, just a slight hairline that dictated the frailty of the vessel.
How happy I was to have gleaned the lessons and beauty from this innatimate object ..How fortunate we all are , when we take the time to connect with our inner self and our surroundings.
2013 had dealt me a pack of cards that forced my hand to play aggressively with the lives of my family members. Now that I have sipped the stinging-nettle tea, I feel infused with energy, ready to move forward, especially since the tea is noted for it's excellent source of vitamins A,D, E and K as well as calcium, magnesium, potassium, boron, silicon, and zinc. Yes...... You might say that, I've been rejuvenated by an unsuspecting cup of tea and an old teacup.
Today, I enjoyed the full flavour of my tea...I am so BLESSED, to have my husband, son and 90 year old mother still with me. I am also, THANKFUL, for my friendly little teaset. Perhaps, he/she should stay around and share a few more friendly teatime gatherings with me.
It's so nice to be back on track, enjoying the camaraderie of a teatime sip with friends. I look forward to celebrating a new passage of joyous transformation in the months to come ..... like the Englebert Humperdinck song, " Please release me, Let me go ".
Wishing you beautiful sunsets filled with contentment and rejuvenation of body and soul.