Category Archives: the Tea in Me

“Serious Sitting” is what Pat Healy called it that summer in the Adirondacks. It stuck with me. I like the sound of that. She wouldn’t read, wouldn’t converse. Wasn’t knitting or doing crossword puzzles. She was just sitting. but very … Continue reading →

This post is from last Saturday evening, April 16th. As I post it (spacing these out as promised) it seems worlds away. I’m tempted not to post it (plus it should come with a TMI ALERT!).

(From last Saturday, April 16) Tea is both art and science. It is the careful, methodical refinement of a bulk raw material that is pure potentiality. If handled correctly it can become a brilliant and universally captivating expression of this … Continue reading →