" A TEACUP READING "

I've been pondering Spring for months and now as the crocus' and tulips bloom I am reminded of the rejuvenating beauty of nature and life.

The past two weeks have been an intense time for thankfulness and prayers as my son struggles to recuperate from an unknown malady.  Internet time has been sparse. My teatime had fluttered into the hospital ambience of a paper cup filled with prayers.

In April, I chose this rippled teacup for my weekly blog, then abruptly left everything for a flight to Australia, to attend to my son. Sorry for the lack of communications ...                                                                 unfortunately ... 
                            time did not allow for teatime.

It seems that the ebbs and ever-changing ripples that surround this cup are relating a riveting story that has currently journeyed into a dignified place," Smack ' into the centre of the saucer like a " Family Gathering ".

I  am taking that as a symbol of " stability " for my son, Garrett, who is now home from the hospital.

I remember that this tea set was a query to me, as I vacillated back and forth while choosing it. At first, I thought that it was too white. Later, I concluded that it was too plain, even though it had all those plaited layers moving around the china.

Now I understand that these rippled layers might be quite significant in the way we move through life's unexpected corridors.

  There are lots of bumps along the way!!!

Artisan's put their heart and soul into their creative endeavours. Often while sipping our tea and admiring the porcelain, we forget that these lovely vessels have been created by a talented and sometimes, forgotten artisan. Is it possible that we are taking our tea sets for granted?

This particular design is smitten with what I think are lupines. It is very ethereal and pretty... Of course, my imagination reads six journeys according to the six corners and shape of the saucer. 

( Ha Ha) ... A creative mind is always searching out of the box into unknown realms, like an alchemist looking for gold.

My Irish Granny used to read tea leaves and sometimes my mind defaults to her folklore ways.

For instance, in the round saucer edges, I foresee, like a tea reader, that there is a connection and a resolution to each of these six journeys. The folklore of Japan says that the journeys would pertain to the owner of the china...That's me !!! and perhaps my family members.

So the next time you look at your cups and saucers, remember that there may be a 

"fortune telling"

in your tea set pattern. ( hee hee)

Have you looked into your tea cupboard lately? I bet you would find that you have a" Foley " tea set... Take a peek... Did you find one?  Foley is a well know English pottery that has been around for quite a while ... The pieces are often very unassuming bits of china that hide in corners awaiting a grand tea party.

I found mine at the Hospital Hospice shop for the most reasonable price of $10.00 each.

They were small, dainty little girls rattling on the shelves, like impish fairies saying "pick me, pick me and me". Infact, they did everything except stand on their heads, as I came back to them three times ... Meant to be !!!

As a result ladies, we can enjoy two or more cups of tea today. 

Sounds good !!!

         As we move into the peaceful rejuvenation of Springtime
                  I am reminded of this beautiful poem.

                            " A LIGHT EXISTS IN SPRING "
                                 Written By: Emily Dickinson

                               A Light exists in Spring
                               Not present on the Year
                                At any other period-
                           When March is scarcely here.

                                 A Color stands abroad
                                    On Solidary Fields
                            That Science cannot overtake
                               But Human Nature feels.

                                  It waits upon the Lawn
                                It shows the furthest Tree
                          Upon the furthest Slope you know
                                 It almost speaks to you.

                                 Then as Horizons step
                                 Or Noons report away
                          Without the Formula of Sound
                                  It passes and we stay-

                                      A Quality of loss
                                 Affecting our Content
                       As Trade had suddenly encroached
                                     Upon a Sacrament.

                                               LADIES  ..... 
                  I was so happy to chat with you all today. 
              My teatime chats may vary a little this month.

  I am hopeful that life will resume it's normal pattern soon.


                                    " HAPPY SPRINGTIME "